I was sitting at the kitchen table last night, trying to find something on my phone, and mindlessly began humming some song that popped into my head. I didn't think anything of it, but stopped suddenly when I felt the heavy stare of both The Boss and my sister upon me.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you realize what you were just singing?" my sister asked.
I ducked sheepishly into my sweatshirt, and shook my head. "No, why?"
My sister shook her head in amusement, and looked to The Boss. Apparently they were both operating on the same wavelength, but I was once again clueless. They seem to be in cahoots ever since we moved into my sister's basement at the first of the month, and while it was to be expected, it doesn't make it any less creepy.
"You were just singing the theme song to Elmo's World."
"No, I wasn't!" I immediately objected.
My sister called into the living room to my niece, who is 18 months old. She told her to grab her Elmo toy guitar that plays music. My niece picked up the guitar, and just happened to press the one button on it that plays the theme song to the show. And sure enough, it was the same song I had just been singing.
And so it begins, the ingraining into my subconscious all of the annoying and fruity and kid-friendly crap that reigns supreme in a household with a young child. If I start singing along to The Wiggles, though, please send me for a lobotomy, stat.
Happy Monday, folks.