What did you just say?

Even though it adds at least 45 minutes to my commute, I love taking my kids to school. Yes, they're always late. Yes, there is lots of drill-sargent shouting to "hurry up and GET DRESSED." Yes there are often tears as we all stress over what shoes to wear. But fundamentally I love the quality time in the car when we talk, sing or just hang out together.

For the last two weeks we've been listening to Justin Timberlake's CD and we know many of the lyrics to Summer Love ("I can't wait to fall in luuuuuuuv...with you. You can't wait to fall in luuuuuuuv with me. This just can't be summer luuuuuuuv, you'll see...")

But today I declined the JT requests in favor of good old fashioned radio. To make it seriously old fashioned I put on KFOG (classic rock) - just in time to hear the opening strains of Marc Cohn's Walking in Memphis. I really love this song. I have such a vivid memory of listening to it, driving down the streets of Paris, thinking how wonderfully strange it was to hear this kind of song on Paris radio. I never can predict what the French are going to like and that's one of the things I like about them.

Anyway, hearing it this morning put me in a great mood and I started to sing along with it. My kids are used to this and were nice enough not to make fun of me until...

Cassandre: "What did you say?"
Me: "What?"
Cassandre "What did you just sing?"
Me: "Walking in Memphis"

And just as I'm about to explain how the song is really about how certain places can make you happy, and how just walking down the street ("with my feet 10 feet off of Beale") can make you feel special and at home, she says (with relief) "Oh, I thought you said "Walking in Breakfast."

Nevermind.

Cue lots of giggling.