Yesterday found me surrounded by four little ones wearing bathing suits dancing to Mamma Mia. I'm not even making that up. Mamma Mia is something of a religion in our house as all my kids LOVE the songs, either sung by ABBA or belted out by Meryl and gang. I'm sure some of you find it highly inappropriate that I've allowed all my kids to watch that movie, time and time again if truth be told, but as I've said before, I'd rather my kids be exposed to slight sexual overtures than mean men with uzzies, as they will eventually have sex (hopefully!) and will not run around as mean men with uzzies (hopefully not!)
What made it all even funnier is that the girls in the group dressed up the boy in the group as they didn't want him to be left out, except that instead of grabbing one of his bathing suits, they convinced him into an old leotard of Sienna's. It. Was. Classic. Austin could not have been happier and the girls were feeling quite smug.
So there. I let my kids watch porn and have a cross-dressing son.
Come on guys! That's funny.
Obviously, I don't, not really, but I let them love the things that I love and for now, Mamma Mia is at the top of that list. We dance all over the house and sing at the tops of our lungs and laugh far more than most households, I'm convinced of it.
I'm also convinced that my second career choice, right after hosting my own cooking show, would be to have been an extra in the filming of Mamma Mia. That scence at the end, when everyone is dancing and the water bursts through? Gives me chills every. single. time. I could seriously explode from joy overload at the point in the movie. Everyone dancing, singing, having the time of their lives (dirty bit!) in GREECE for Pete's sake, is almost too much for me. And people ask me if I'm Greek ALL THE TIME (I think it's the nose) so I totally could have been convincing. I mean, other than the fact that I can't sing for the life of me, I would have been a shoe in. Love it. Every single thing about it.
And have you seen the live show? My mom and I saw it on Broadway almost 8 years ago and I'm sort of itching to see it again when we go in April. It was fantastic, everybody up in the aisles, rockin' out to ABBA. If only I were made of money.
And who should drop by in the middle of all this mayhem? Marilyn, fresh off a hike (go girl go!) to deliver me some posters for her upcoming concert. She laughed at all the goings on and probably secretly patted herself on the back for not ever using me as a babysitter for her kids. And speaking of her concert, have you bought your tickets yet? You know you want to go, it's going to be amazing, so take 2 minutes RIGHT NOW! and hop over to snag your tickets. And tell every single person you know. Seriously, do. Right now. GO!
I'm at school today so I'll post the pictures of my dancing, swim-suit wearing, singing kiddos later. They are awesome. As are my kids. And Mamma Mia.
And not men with uzzies.