Mommy Likes To Rock

Normally the scene in my mommy-mobile includes 2 carefully installed car seats, a double stroller clanging in the back, baby blankets draped on every available seat, the absolute stench of Purell wafting in the air, and countless children's books stuffed in pockets all around. It also boasts the greatest collection of princess music you've ever heard.

But, occasionally, Mommy will insist on getting to listen to a little radio. When that happens, I am sometimes rewarded with an exceptional tune like a sweet Ratt single or sometimes a rad Poison ditty. Today was no exception!

When I switched Snow White off, Europe's The Final Countdown was the first jam to hit the airwaves. I turned it up as loud as it would go and screamed those lyrics. I threw in a few crucial dance moves with my singing. I kinda remember the faint voice of my 4-year-old saying something about Mommy being scary.

You may be wondering, what is my favorite part of that song to sing? It's the same thing I like to sing with all of my 80's faves... the instrumental solo. Europe is rich with some synthesized keyboard solos.

Once I recovered from my European vacation, another jam came on, and it was Abbie's turn because it was the King of Pop... Billy Jean. That girl likes her some Michael Jackson... except for the fact that he "looks like a girl."

She really made me proud with her commitment to sing every lyric whether she actually knew the words or not, and her ability to boogie despite the five-point-harness is unlike anything you've ever seen.

Listen ladies, do yourself a favor, and don't let those kids in the back prevent you from enjoying those 80's hits as they are supposed to be enjoyed... loud and with lots of hair slinging. Who knows, maybe somebody back there will learn to appreciate the classics.

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Just another day rockin' it and Being Billingsley...