flashback friday – 6 feb. 2009

Tonight, as I was scrubbing potatoes for the spicy potato soup I’m cooking for dinner, Braden came into the kitchen. Being the sweet-hearted boy that he is, he grabbed the potatoes and, WITHOUT BEING ASKED, started peeling them for me.To illustrate an average conversation with him and his rapidly-bouncing mind (I swear he literally vibrates with energy, even when standing still in one spot), I record our conversation now for all posterity:B: Okay mom, tell me a song you want me to sing.

Me: Ummm… (thinking to myself – what song do I NOT want him to ruin for me?)

B: Come on! Think of something country.

Me: Desperado

B: Desperado! Why don’t you come to your senses? You’ve been out riding fences… (Sung as if he was giving an American Idol audition until SUDDENLY, like a Blake Lewis wannabe, the song turns into a beatbox version complete with dance moves).

B: Okay, now give me a love song!

Me: Groovy Kind of Love

B: (Launches into a 5-minute monologue wherein he is Delilah of sappy-love-song radio fame and her caller who is explaining her epiphany about love. I wish I’d had a recorder, because it was completely hysterical! He ended the monologue with the caller asking for “Groovy Kind of Love” only to be told by Delilah that she doesn’t know that one.

B: Give me a different love song!

Me: You’re the Inspiration

B: Thank you, but what song do you want? Give me another one!

Me: (Brief pause as I roll my eyes…)

B: Joanie, please say you’ll wait for me… (this is a HORRIBLE old country song by Conway Twitty that he discovered a few months back that he routinely tortures me with).

As I groaned in disgust, he wandered off to the next amusement. Life here is never dull!