Long ago when Paige was small, my mother stated often that: "Children who sing are smart and happy." She's encouraged all of her grankids to sing everything from Sunday School songs to whatever strikes their fancy (they just had to keep it clean, of course).
I am now living to regret her doing that.
For one, my son now sings that stupid spider pig song that Homer Simpson sings on the commercials for that movie. How about that? He knows all the words that are seen on the television.
Fred and I are trying so hard to establish manners and etiquette in our children. Tables manners are a hard road for us to travel on. I live in constant fear that these kids of mine will be a guest in someone's home when I am not around to give them THE EYE, and they will do something so atrocious and ill-mannered, I will never be able to hold my head up in public again. This is a big deal for me, Internets.
We are about to give up on it all, I do believe.
Take tonight, for instance.....
(Admit it...you've missed my dinner conversation posts.)
We are constantly telling the girls "No singing at the table." "Please, don't sing at the table." "It's not right to sing at the table while people are eating."
They deem it necessary to ignore us. They find it impossible to make it an entire meal without busting out into song. Tonight we were entertained with songs from Veggie Tales ....Michael Buble...and I think Backyardigans.
I finally threw my hands up in the air and said,
"We have GOT to be the only parents on this Earth who get dinner theater every single night!!!!"
So, if you're inclined to be entertained with fledgling singing artists, feel free to come on over to the Edge for the evening meal.
Ticket prices to be posted soon.
We gotta pay for college somehow.