But now? Here's a short list of things I really wish I hadn't heard come from the mouth of my 10-year-old child today:
"You spin me right round, baby, right round, when you go down, when you go downtown."
"When it comes to love, if it's not rough it isn't fun."
"Don't trust a 'ho"
And while I do love me some JT, where in love means OMFG hot, I could live without my kid singing softly under her breath while she paints her little toenails right this very minute:
"Got enough dead homies, I don't want no more."
Because? She certainly does not have any dead homies. And? Poser.
Another thing that she has taken upon herself this summer is to stop what she is doing at 5 p.m. and watch the news. The local news. On TV. Why? I have no idea. When I asked her why, she said "Because I like the news." OK. No one likes the news. Especially the local news. Also? The news generally makes her cry. Yet she still tries to sneak into the TV room to watch it. WTF? Weird kid.
I never in a million years thought it would be possible to miss the musical stylings of Miley Cyrus, where in musical stylings = Dear Mom, please forgive me for playing Shaun Cassidy's* "Da Doo Ron Ron" eleventy billion times a day in 1977. Amen**.
**For those of you too young to appreciate the beauty that was Shaun Cassidy, he was THE SHIT in 1977, when I was 11 years old. He was my 'tween edition of OMFG hot.
*My mom died in 1998, but I am pretty sure she reads this blog.