And it was Journey. Now I am a child of the 80s, after all, so of course I still manage to hold on to at least fifty percent of the lyrics. I start singing along. The kid hates it. I decide that today, just today, I'll not make a sound. But I am going to act out the song as best I can.
Little guy: "You're hurting my peripheral vision, mom."
And throwing caution to the wind, I kept it up for the whole song. I figure on Monday morning I'll schedule an appointment with his optometrist.
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