Her Boy Toy
I can tell when Chris was the last person to drive my car. She always puts the armrest up and, because she dislikes my music, she’ll tune the stereo to her radio station. I, when driving her vehicle, will put that car’s armrest down and tune the stereo to NPR. We put up with each other.
The girls hear a wider selection of music when in mommy’s car as I listen to the same CDs over and over. This weekend Katie started singing a catchy song that has heard several times in Chris’s car. Perhaps you’ve heard it, I think it is by Faith Hill. I wasn’t sure of the lyrics, but Katie tells me they are:
It’s the way you love me
It’s a feeling like this
…
This kiss, this kiss. Ron Stoppable.
This kiss, this kiss
I hope Tim McGraw can handle his wife’s lyrical obsession with an underage cartoon character.