My two year old and I rocked out to Janis this morning. Or, I rocked and she sat silently (helplessly?) in her car seat (thank you, National Highway Traffic Safety Administration) the whole time, unable to reach the volume knob from her secure yet disclosed location in the back seat.
You know you got it, if it makes you feel good…
We’re watching The Muppet Show. My sides are splitting I’m laughing so hard (don’t worry, I didn’t take any pics, to spare y’all)
My son?
“They just sing and stuff. I bet they never go outside.”
He didn’t even laugh when the swedish chef was using a tennis racquet to launch meatballs at the audience, and after seeing Emeril eleventy thousand times, I thought for sure he’d get a kick out of that.
I put “Madagascar” into my netflix queue (no, it hasn’t been released yet, but this way I don’t have to think about it again) and under the “Other Movies you might Enjoy” list is Alien vs. Predator
You got ta move it move it…
