I was driving my grandson home after dinner out with his great-uncle and great-great-grandfather (my dad, ain’t that cool? ^_^ ). It was a calm, quiet drive… when all of a sudden we BOTH opened our mouths and started shouting at the same time and keening like a couple of human sirens.
ME (listening to the radio) : “Oh my… oh my gahhhh! D’Angelo! D’Angeloooooooo!! How Does It Feel, D’Angelo?! How long has it been?! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”
LJ (3 years old, from his car seat as we passed by the place): ↓
“Oh my Gosh! My gosh, grandma! Chuck E. Cheese!! Look over there! We’ve got to go back to Chuck E. Cheese! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh”
It’s been like forever since I heard D’Angelo and that sexy song. I took a few minutes to worship my car radio and remember that HOT music video.
After a little bit, LJ stopped kicking the back of my seat and we both settled down.
Once again, it was a calm, quiet drive. Until all of a sudden we BOTH opened our mouths and started shouting and caterwauling at the same time. Again.
ME (after popping in my Rain Effect CD) : “Omo… omo! Sarangae! Sing it, Rain! Sarangae, LJ! That song, I love it so much — aw, and his voice?! Ahhhhhhhhh”
LJ: “Oh my gosh! My gosh, Grandma! There’s McDonald’s right there!! Look! Happy Meal! Red box! Angry Birds toy! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh”
I’ve no idea how the timing was so perfect. I didn’t see Rod Serling anywhere, but maybe we’d briefly entered The Twilight Zone.
It could happen.
READ: Linda G. Hill, One-Liner Wednesday — The opposite of feverish