This morning I was driving Julia to daycare and, as usual, we were listening to The Very Best of Sheryl Crow cranked way up.
"Mom," Julia asked, looking sheepish: "Does Sheryl Crow have any kids?"
"Yes," I said, "she has a baby girl," astonished that I've read enough issues of People to know. I figured J. would be pleased since she loves babies, especially of the female variety. But no. J. just wanted to establish Sheryl's bona fides because next she said:
"I want her to be my mom." Pause. "But Sam likes you."
Where does that leave me, I wondered. Still, I had to know what's so special about Sheryl.
Julia: "She can sing."
All I have to say is: my life ain't no disco.
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