It started last night, with a post from one of my favorite bloggers Susan Wagner on what songs make you feel young again. ABBA immediately came to mind, along with Come On Eileen and anything by Erasure.
Thus I had ABBA on the brain as we left the house. We blasted Mama Mia, we yodeled through Slipping Through My Fingers, and we wrapped it up with a rousing rendition of Dancing Queen as we finished in car-line. The best part was the 3 part (un)harmony with the boys.
What a great way to start the day!
The boys love the movie Mama Mia! I know, I know…Fun movie. Morally, it’s the pits. I’m thankful that most of the content goes right over their cherubic little heads. Someday I’m going to have to explain what she’s doing with that curling iron (or was it a hairbrush?) Or maybe we’ll just stop watching it before they start to ask…you can only fast forward so much.
And Pierce, Darling, we love you. You are adorable. You really were the best James Bond ever, even more so than Sean, but Precious, you cannot sing. At all. You’re awful. Don’t ever do it again.