A mother is someone whose phone call you can answer unembarrassed even though Vanilla Ice is blasting on your stereo while your kids dance around like maniacs in the background.
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That is awesome. I’m not sure if her knowing all the lyrics would be doubly awesome or weird.
yes. true. I want to come dance around to Vanilla Ice.
Vanilla Ice? Yes please! *busts a move*
Oh, I think I luv you! Ice, ice baby!
Thank you for answering whenever I call…no matter who is on the CD player. I’m sure glad we are always there for each other. LOVE YOU, you littlte dancing girl!
Thanks a lot – now I’m going to have that in my head for days.
If there was a problem, YO I”ll solve it, check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Er, not that I know the lyrics by heart or anything. Nope. Not me.
Alright STOP. Collaborate and listen. Ice is back with a brand new invention. SOMEthin’ grabs a hold of you tightly…dada dada..daily and nightly.
Or does it have different words in your world?
ohh do not remind me of ice ice baby LOL.. my brother has a tape i recorded when i was around 11, singing ice ice baby… he tries to blackmail me with it often!
So true!
Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting. I feel like I’ve had a visit from a celebrity now. You are well linked to, as I’m sure you know. 🙂
A father is… someone who will teach the kids all the lyrics because it would be cute.