Oh, Pearl Jam!

After a long weekend of AICL and a night sleeping against a wheel well, I was in Physical Therapy this morning doing wall-sits as the staff at the gym was in the midst of making fun of me for not having been alive while most of their favorite songs were written and produced. Pearl Jam's "Yellow Ledbetter" came on the radio and we all stopped to ask the important question of "What the hell is he saying?!"



That all reminded me of the ever popular "Benny Lava," (see older post), but here are the actual lyrics.

Save the boobies!

While eating my strawberry popsicle with the two children I have been babysitting the last two days, I found myself in a hysterical conversation between myself and the four year old. It was at that moment in time I realized I was in a safe home. "When I grow up I'll be able to drive...and I like the pretty bird on your boobie Karen!" A sweet little unsuspecting girl and then...she's checking me out! "When I grow up, I'll be able to have babies, and make boobie milk, and no-- my brother wont be able to do those things cause he's a boy! It would be pretty funny if a boy had babies and made boobie milk wouldn't Karen!" Wow-- I suppose children these days are provided with more answers and taught at a young age where EXACTLY babies come from. I believe I was given a book and told to read it. Such sweet children.