When I was pregnant with MlleL, I spent a good deal of time commuting to and from my doctor's appointments listening to Eminem. Miss Emm held that this would make the baby a 'hoodlum'. Well, if her choice in clothes is any indication, it may have made her a peeler, but that's another story.
While I was in the lobby of the Civic at 3:00 AM in labour with MasterP and waiting for Husband to park the car, I was listening to the 'pod to keep me company. An all-time-favorite was playing. That's right, Bon Jovi was accusing me of being "an all-night generator wrapped in stockings and a dress". sigh..... Strangely appropriate, non?
Is it any wonder my boy's hair is so long?
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