I’ve had Justin Timberlake playing on repeat for awhile this afternoon (oh hush) and Hayley has heard Futuresex Lovesounds” enough that she knows a good percentage of the words. Just a few minutes ago, it came on and she was doing some sort of complicated, choreographed, intricate dance routine (complete with standing on a stool at points), and she was singing the parts that she knows, belting out, “do you like it like this, do you like it like that, just tell me which way you like that” at the top of her lungs.

I actually had to leave the room because I didn’t want to giggle and offend her.

It suddenly gave me a flashback and I can just imagine how hard it must have been for my own mom to keep a straight face when I would hold a little dance performance at my grandmother’s house (she had a perfect stage-type of area under a large window that was for storage, so I used to dance and sing up there, and I’m sure people walking down the street must have had a good laugh too at times) and my ten-year-old self would be wiggling around and singing that I was “like a virgin, hey, touched for the very first time”.

There’s something about kids singing songs with lyrics that they don’t understand that runs in my family I guess. (Don’t get me started on how my older cousin turned very pale when we were listening to Prince and “Darlin’ Nikki”came on and I listened for a few minutes only to turn and ask her what “sitting in a hotel lobby masturbatin’ with a magazine” meant. She told me to go ask my mother. Something in her tone made me decide NOT to ask.)