We don’t always have the coolest soundtrack happening in our house. It’s not for lack of trying--we do play the Beatles, They Might Be Giants and lots of other good stuff around here. But sometimes, Girlfriend just wants to hear something kinda kid-like and corny. Nothing wrong with that. Those songs are all harmless. Right?
Until we got to the good old-fashioned favorite “It’s Raining, It’s Pouring.”
A: He bumped his head?
ME: Who?
A: The man. He went to bed and bumped his head? And didn’t get up…
Oh dear.
ME: It’s just a song. It’s pretend.
A: The man needs an ice-pack?
ME: It didn’t really happen. It’s like a story in a book.
A: The man bumped his head? Went to the doctor?
ME: The man is fine. I promise. He’s all better now.
And then yesterday, as I flicked around the channels trying to check the weather…I noticed an early Michael Jackson video. Actually, The Jackson 5. The perfect kind of music to introduce to Girlfriend. She was riveted. Who wouldn’t be? Young MJ was effervescent, beautiful, insanely talented. Of course, he never saw himself that way.
It was only a couple of minutes later that I realized why the video was on. When they started playing Thriller, I realized it was time to turn off the television. Not sure Girlfriend is quite ready for that.
Michael Jackson. Farrah Fawcett. Ed McMahon. When it rains, it really does pour.
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