Yesterday morning as I was driving myself to the doctor's office, I hear MORE pop vomit. As I listen in shock, I numbly reach for the little pink device and it's worse than I imagined. Justin Beiber? Miranda Cosgrove? Selena Gomez? Yes, yes it's bad. When did High School Musical appear? Am I being punked?
Well today, while the kids, Dave, and I were cleaning the house, we let our poor sweet Ammon fall asleep in his bouncer. After we finished cleaning and finally took the time to put our feet up for a rest, I noticed something freaking adorable. In my random purchasing days, I also managed to download some Ke$ha and apparently my little man is already a fan. As his head laid sweetly against the toys in front of him, he began to dance to the chorus, all while maintaining a peaceful slumber. For my own amusement, I played the song over a few times. It's no surprise the little guy is now on his third nap for the day, probably dreaming of Ke$ha and one day becoming a backup dancer.
Interestingly enough, I found that I was actually singing along with "Friday" before I realized what I was doing. I am truly crazy.