One of the most embarassing (and hilarious) memories of my childhood took place in 7th grade during Spring Break. My parents took my older brother and me on a special trip to England for the week, leaving the younger two at home with my grandmother. I was outfitted with a brand new wardrobe for the occassion, which left me feeling incredibly grown-up. We flew into Heathrow, rented a car, and drove through the English countryside taking tea at every opportunity.
But we were also in a rented car for most of a week. My dad drove, with my mom sitting in front and my brother and I sharing the backseat. It was a fantastic way to take in the breathtaking views of the country. It was also a great way to experience English radio. Which left much to be desired.
One particular afternoon, my dad played around with the stations for a few minutes when suddenly the car was filled with… I guess it was music. MacArthur Park. With my parents belting out the song in their “best” operatic voices.
Please keep in mind that I don’t think I’d ever heard this song in my life, and here my two parents were singing as loudly and terribly as they could. My brother and I started pounding on the windows of the car, in hopes that some passerby on the lonely British road would take pity and save us from our crazy parents. Seemingly 2 hours later (maybe 7 minutes? It’s a looooong song), MacArthur Park finally came to its dramatic finish, with my parents’ operatic warbling at its loudest.
I swore right then and there in that car that I would never be as weird or embarassing as my parents. Ahem.
Last weekend, Laura left a donut-filled paper bag in the “trunk” of her Cozy Coupe at Grandma’s the other day. Laura remembered the donut a few hours later and wanted to eat it. However, in the hours between forgetting and remembering the donut, there had been a torrential downpour. The bag had disintegrated around the melted donut. It was disgusting. Laura was devastated. I burst into song:
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don’t think I can take it
‘Cause it took so long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again!!! OH NO!!!!
Laura wasn’t amused. But I was! Isn’t it awesome, becoming the very parent you swore you’d never be? I love it.