July 28, 2009


Tonight, I am standing in the kitchen, listening to my husband put our son to bed over the monitor, while shoveling lava-like spaghetti sauce in my mouth. I hear the normal bedtime noises "Sing E-I-E-I-O! Bear! Monkey!" And then I hear a familiar song... by the bits and pieces:

"...to put on the red light..."

More mumbling. NO he's not, I think to myself. My husband is singing "Roxanne" to our son.

"...you don't have to sell your body to the night..."

I start laughing.

"...you don't have to wear that dress tonight."

Well, at least it's a classic.

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