Who is Roxy Sinus? Miley Cyrus. Hannah Montana. You know. Her
I have to admit that if a year ago you had asked me what I would be doing every day, I would never have guessed I would be drivign around in a mini van rocking out to Miley Cyrus. Not in a million years.
But here I am, a newly minted 30 year old, with 2 car-seated children driving a mini-van, windows rolled down and Hannah Montana music blasting from the windows. It's a little sad, a little strange and pretty much my life.
For some reason Doodle thinks her name is Roxy Sinus, and is completely in love with her. To the point he wants me to buy her poster! We already own the CD.
I realized the craziness of our family's Miley Madness when I was stopped at the Starbucks drive-thru window. I'd just ordered my coffee and was waiting at the window (for a really long time) and Doodle asked me to turn on "Rocky Sinus" to help calm the baby (she too, loves Miley). Of course, we need it full volume. And I forgot where I was and started to sing along.
I realized that, from the other side of the window, the teenagers waiting for their frappuccinos were laughing at me. Why? Cause I was not only blaring Miley, I was singing along, a little louder than I should have been considering I was at a drive-thru window.
But, in fairness I go through that drive-thru often enough that the women at the window know me and my children, and have been known to give me treats for Doodle to go along with my coffee. And I knew the music wouldn't bug them. I just didn't account for how ridiculous I looked singing along.
It's addictive though. Very addictive.
And far far better than Raffi. Safer too, because I knew the sign language to go along with Raffi, and me, driving any vehicle while signing the words to "Five Little Ducks" is much scarier than me trying to sing along to Miley Cyrus.
Or, come to think of it, maybe it's not!