Yesterday morning was one of a kind. Perfect. Wonderful.
My kids and I were driving north on I-5, all singing "Viva la Vida" at the top of our lungs. The prince and princess were dancing in their seats - well, as much as they could, as they were very SAFELY BUCKLED IN (for those who would immediately report me to the authorities).
We love this song. Some people may say that Coldplay is not so cool. But WE. DON'T. CARE. We also rock out to "Love Story" by Taylor Swift, and you know what? It's an amazing song. And we're NOT the only ones who think so. Just ask Jon Schmidt.
Today was also one of a kind. But not in the perfect way. And not in the wonderful way. Let's just say that it could have been worse. Definitely worse. But it still was not one of my better days.
We were halfway home. I was snappish and fretting a bit. And then, the prince turned to me and said...
"Mom, can I turn the CD player on? We'll all sing and make you happy. Let's play the song about the king."
And you know what?