I'll start by flat out admitting that I am a dork.
Now...on to the story.
I was just driving home from work having a very pleasant conversation with Ciara. We were discussing how she had been such a great listener all afternoon and how nice it was that we could talk without "fighting" (her words). Then, seemingly out of nowhere she says...
"Mommy, I want to listen to your music." (the radio was turned off completely at the time)
"My music? Which music is that?"
"I want to listen to Don't Go Girl Mommy. It's my favorite."
"You want to listen to Please Don't Go Girl?"
"Yes, it's my favorite"
And I thought that I couldn't love her any more than I already did.
* I swear on Joey McIntyre's topless hat that I have not been brainwashing my child! I have played the CD for her maybe twice. I did tell her that it was one of My favorites, but I never once suggested that it should be hers.
Now please excuse me, I have to go buy my daughter a pony.