dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
dancing free valerie
I put on some music the other morning to accompany me doing the dishes. Normally, I would go for John Denver, Bob Marley, Neil Diamond or other wholesome work music, but on his particular day I chose ABBA because it was at the top of the play list.
Honestly, I probably played ABBA because deep down I was yearning for some Swedish pop music. Ace of Base was a contender but just didn't seem right, The Cardigans aren't loaded on the iPod, and Robyn is not suitable for the kids.
"Dancing Queen" started playing and Cora was singing along before the end of the first chorus. She requested that I play the song again and for the past two days she has been singing "Dancing free valerie" over and over and over...
In an effort to keep her sanity, Mary offered to teach her the correct words to the song (which is ironically one of Mary's favorite songs) but Cora likes her version and has not yet changed.
In other news, we attended Cora's school fête on Sunday. The universe would have a sense of justice if evil doers were reincarnated as petting zoo chickens. They were chased around, picked up and held awkwardly by children and then dropped, repeatedly.
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