“Mama, do you want to know what makes a baby in the mama’s belly?” “Sure.” (I’ve dealt with this before--see the entry for August 25, 2003.) “A little bit of love on a little honeymoon.”

This is what happens when you allow your child to listen to country music. We have the Husband of the Blog to thank for this, NOT ME. He has them trouping about to the melodies of Alan Jackson and his ilk. Not that I ever listen to it, no. It’s not like I have the lyrics to “Livin’ on Love” and “Drive” memorized, no way!