My husband an I are weirder then most. We find it not only funny, but entertaining to wake out children up with a badly sung version of ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ by Queen. We dance around the kitchen, sing at the top of our lungs, and our kids all look at like we are crazy.
My kids are so used to that they could care less, but our new foster kids still have this ‘what house have I been forced to live in’ terror that shines in their eyes. It’s like a firestorm of worry. I would feel bad for them, but nothing can deter my love for ‘oldies’ music (sorry dad, it is qualified as such now – deal).
Well our oldest FC is 9, she looks at us the other morning asks us why we always sing that stupid song. She had never heard of it, and One Direction is better..
Ew.
No.
So we stroll over to the computer and pull up this little jem.
She’s laughing but obviously confused, and we are cracking up so bad we don’t notice until the very end at which she says:
“This is dumb, why are all the animals talking?”
“Animals don’t talk.”
I should have been more traumatized, I mean she has never seen the Muppets or heard a Queen song, but I kept my cool, forced out a laugh and wrapped my arm around her… before singing rainbow Connection on the top of my lungs.
Of course Dan and the girls join in – how could they not.
And through my gift of horrible off-key singing (how I even made it into High School Concert Choir I will never know) and impromptu ‘rock out’ to a slow song, she was giggling and having a fun time.
Probably a bit too much fun since animals don’t talk. She is still refusing to watch anything else with the Muppets though…
I guess One Direction is still cooler.
NO.
It all started with a birthday present: a little book I wrote for my grandfather, helped along by a little bit of performing experience and a whole lot of love. It has since evolved. Get to know the woman behind the words. 
