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Can't Get It Out Of My Head

This is what I get to listen to all day, everyday - even when I'm literally crying with a migraine and am threatening to throw the boy in the huge lake across the street. That little shister looks right at me and my tears and starts up:

This is the lovely Pizza Hut song and dance that the children are learning at preschool right now. It's for the Moving Up Night in which all the parents are subjected to ALL the children singing it at once. Sweet. I can't wait. No. No I think I can wait. This is what the dance is supposed to look like though I love my boy's version even better. I will warn you now, listen up: This song will never, ever, ever in a thousand days, leave your head. I'm just saying. You have been warned.

Then we have the Barenaked Ladies with their new cd out, Snacktime. All original songs for kids. My children seem to be entranced with "7 8 9". Please note they are singing "How will they suck" at the vampire bit of the song. TOTALLY sounds wrong in the clip. Whoops. Oh well. Enjoy:


Les Becker said…
Thanks. A lot. Now I gotta find a different horrible thing to play in my head and kick that one out...

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