Me and The Boy are tapping away at out laptops on the couch. Kesha’s Tik Tok is playing in the background
The Boy: Poleesha…who is it? Or what?
Me: Poleesha? What?
The Boy: *rolls eyes* The song “Poleesha us down, down, Poleesha us down…”
Me: *spends a minute wondering if he’s lost his mind….and then the pieces click into place* BAH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA…!!!!
Five Minutes Later
Me: HA HA HA…*wipes tear from eye* That’s gas.
The Boy: What!???
Me: It’s Police.
The Boy: Huh?
Me: “The Police shut us down”…not Poleesha.
The Boy: *pauses* Oooooooh right. You’re putting this on your blog, aren’t you?
Me: Nooooooo, of cooouuuurse not…..
I can’t really make fun of him…..when I was eight, I thought the line in Part of you World “Bright young women, Sick Of swimming…” was “Breasted women, Sick of swimming…”
It’s genetic though… my Gran didn’t know the words to ANY song and made them all up as she went along. For example, when singing the song Way We Were, she used to say “Lovely chocolate-covered memories”