"So, are there any cute boys in your class?"
"What about in the third grade?"
"You don't know any cute boys?" At this point I am grasping. Seriously, no cute boys? I can think of a few boys that are cute.
I am going to get her now... "What about daddy?" Despite being blond (ha, ha) her dad is quite attractive.
"Papa?" (My dad)
"I liked him better without the mustache." (My dad has recently decided to grow a mustache. I don't know why)
"Any cute girls?" I am grasping at straws now)
"All girls are cute. We look in the mirror first thing every morning and see cute. Boys look in the mirror and see messed up hair."
Ahha, I get it now. "Girls are cute but boys aren't?"
"Are there any handsome boys in your class?" (Just like her parents, my daughter is a stickler for the right word)
In June we saw the musical Mamma Mia. In august we saw the movie.
And now, every day and night, I listen to the soundtrack as sung by the Diva. I am also treated to performances with singing and dancing.
I live and breathe and sleep and dream Mamma Mia. I have used the songs in posts and jokingly told a friend that I could do a fun strip tease to one of them. I even find myself singing the music from time to time. The songs really stick in your head after hearing them hundreds upon hundreds of times.
I am about to band Mamma Mia from my house - making it an ABBA free zone. Rather, I bought tickets to see Legally Blond - the musical.
Meaning, I have 4 more months of Mamma Mia in my future!
(I may need to reserve a room in a nice, quiet place with white, padded walls for the holidays!)