last night Z & I were doing some grocery shopping & they were playing some 80s music, i don't remember the song. then this started:
when i'm a walking
i strut my stuff
when i'm so strung out
i'm high as kite
i just might
stop to check you out
& i'm doing my best to not sing along; it's really difficult but i'm managing...somehow...probably mouthing the words though.
then Z starts in "let me go wild!"
could NOT make his mother more proud - knowing violent femmes at such a young age! i'm surprised i didn't tear up.