Better Go Get Your Mama

My favorite song since I have left the classical music crazyhouse is Battlefield by Jordin Sparks. I know, I'm such a crazy teeny bopper, but I just like it okay? Anyway, so I am notorious for confusing words in songs. There's a line in the song that's reapeated over and over and over:

Better Go Get Your Armor

But in Annie's world it's:

Better Go Get Your Mama

And so all day today when my little 18 month old cousin has been screaming, I sing, "Better Go Get Your Mama!!" Thank goodness for 11 year-old sisters who know the real words. Luke thought it was better go get your rama. Whatever that means.

In other news, my annoying music player is gone. Now every time you come to my blog you won't have to turn your sound down (like I do), so you don't have to listen to the silly song that makes me sound like a lovesick puppy. It wasn't even supposed to be on there. The end.