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We are the world, we were the children
Oct. 14th, 2006 01:06 pmMore stories from the "Kids of the 80s Grow Up" files:
I was in the kitchen, spreading peanut butter on apple slices for the kids. O. was sitting at the kitchen table and working on a math workbook and figured out something that had been puzzling him and I said, "oh, that was tricky, wasn't it?" Randomly, because I am a giant dork, I followed that with, "it's tricky to rock a rhyme; to rock a rhyme that's right on time, it's tricky!"1
From the hallway, where A was sitting on the stairs while her dad was putting on her shoes, I heard M's voice chime in with, "It's tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky."
1986 represent! We did NOT carry on with "I met this little girlie; her hair was kinda curly" but I feel confident that we both could have. I can't remember the last time I heard that song and yet it will never leave my mind. And yet I can't remember to bring home the gallon of orange juice that I bought at lunch on Tuesday and that has been sitting in the office refrigerator ever since.
1 This should NOT be taken as evidence that I am turning into one of those old people who will randomly blurt or sing out snippets of song lyrics that nobody else remembers and that are only very tangentially related to the context at hand. This was a one-off. Seriously, total fluke. *hides*
I was in the kitchen, spreading peanut butter on apple slices for the kids. O. was sitting at the kitchen table and working on a math workbook and figured out something that had been puzzling him and I said, "oh, that was tricky, wasn't it?" Randomly, because I am a giant dork, I followed that with, "it's tricky to rock a rhyme; to rock a rhyme that's right on time, it's tricky!"1
From the hallway, where A was sitting on the stairs while her dad was putting on her shoes, I heard M's voice chime in with, "It's tricky, tricky, tricky, tricky."
1986 represent! We did NOT carry on with "I met this little girlie; her hair was kinda curly" but I feel confident that we both could have. I can't remember the last time I heard that song and yet it will never leave my mind. And yet I can't remember to bring home the gallon of orange juice that I bought at lunch on Tuesday and that has been sitting in the office refrigerator ever since.
1 This should NOT be taken as evidence that I am turning into one of those old people who will randomly blurt or sing out snippets of song lyrics that nobody else remembers and that are only very tangentially related to the context at hand. This was a one-off. Seriously, total fluke. *hides*
