When I was putting Lucas in his car seat this afternoon, he had a strange request for me.
"Mama, will you play that George Bush song?"
"Huh?" I asked, racking my brain and not recalling any song that I played him about or by our former president.
"Do you really want to hurt me," he sang.
"Oh... you want to hear Boy George not George Bush." I was cracking up by now.
We listened to my Wedding Singer soundtrack on the way home and then showed him a video of Boy George tonight. And the song is still stuck in my head.
"Do you really want to make me cry?"
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