It is well documented that I have sort of a thing for both Fred Dalton Thompson and the Bee Gees. What can I say? I'm a Renaissance Woman. Or whatever.
Last night we were all driving home and one of my favorite Bee Gees tunes came on the radio. As I sang along to More than a Woman (although, sadly, I was unable to hit the highest notes), The Boy Child piped up from the backseat.
"Who is this singing?"
I scoffed. Oh, how I scoffed.
Because he should KNOW BY NOW. I've played the Bee Gees for these children since they were in my womb. (And put down that phone. No one has called CPS on me yet and I won't let you start because of my taste in music.)
"First you don't know who Fred Thompson is. Then, you don't know the Bee Gees? GOD."
"Who is Fred Thompson again?" the Girl Child said, innocently.
"Girl Child! Please!" the Boy Child said, indignantly. "He's one of the Beatles!"
Jason and I burst into startled and hysterical laughter.
A couple of moments passed and as we turned into our driveway the Boy Child said,
"They don't really sound like men when they sing mom."
"I'm not talking to any of you," I told them, but I doubt they could hear me over the laughing.