Is it wrong that sometimes I parent to amuse myself and not my children?
Last night I was reading an alphabet book to The Mayor who is trying to learn his letters.
The "R" page showed a roller coaster. The riders had their arms thrown up in the air and their mouths formed neat, little "o" screams.
"What are the riders saying, Mommy?" The Mayor asked.
"Uh... They're saying," [I begin to sing...] " Rollercoaster... of love, say what!, Rollercoaster... ha, ha!, Whooo, Whooo, Whooo."
[The Mayor stared at me.]
"Would you like to sing it too?" I asked.
[My bewildered three year old nodded.]
I sang a line, he repeated it...
Welcome to The House of Joy where we're bringing a call and response tradition to some funky, Ohio Players Disco.
It's story time little children.
Come to Mama.