Entry FeedI am putting my daughter to bed, and singing to her as I rub her back. For some reason tonight, she just won't fall asleep. (Must be because she slept in until almost 10 am.)
Mama Mia is her favourite movie, so I start with "Winner Takes it All". I don't get the verses in the right order, but I would guess that I am close to 90% on the words. She is almost asleep, so I go right into, "Chiquitita."
When I get to the line:
Chiquitita tell me the truth
I'm a shoulder you can rely on
Daughter rolls over and says, "No, that's wrong Mommy. A shoulder you can cry on."
SHE CORRECTS ME!
I see her father in her. When we first started dating, I used to sing along, loudly and largely off-key, with the radio. He often corrected my "interpretations" of the lyrics. Really, I think he found it endearing initially; another quirk for him to love. Now I am sure that it secretly annoys him.
I would definitely bomb that show, "Don't forget the lyrics." No question. I am pretty good at Jeopardy, though, and I really kick butt in Teen Jeopardy.
After I post this, I am going to do some lyrics searches on those ABBA songs. I want to be prepared for tomorrow's bedtime.