M called me at work today on what I would have thought if I didn't know any better was a complete acid trip. She said she made up a new song and it was stuck in her head. Here are the words to the song...
Policio Policio Polici lici lou
Policio Polico Polici lici lou
Followed by two honks of a very obnoxious birthday horn
I probably shouldn't have tainted my eggs with all of those drugs in high school.
It was terrible, the song continued even after dinner. It is now almost 9pm and thankfully she is to busy playing Guitar Hero to continue singing. There is a god and he created video games!
The picture is of M all dressed up to go to a "Hollywood" dress up party thsi last weekend. She went as Audrey Hepburn, we're dorks, every other little girl was dressed as Paris Hilton and those types. I'm hoping this means my child is less likely to have an eating disorder or end up in jail, of heaven forbid purchasing a male chihuahua naming him Tinkerbell and dressing him in ridiculous outfits.