She made sure we knew that you had to mix the contents up with that spoon first.
My brain has a ’60’s or ’70’s song for everything and I found myself singing in cheerful anticipation, Stir it up. Little darling, stir it up, ohh yeah… I mentioned that I didn’t remember who sang it, just the song.
My better half instantly opined, Bob Marley–but I think it’s shake it up, it’s not stir it up.
Yonder daughter already tapping on her phone came right back with: Dad’s right, it’s Bob Marley. But it IS, Stir it up.
She put down the phone and looked at me in a mixture of wonderment and almost laughing, *MOM* heard the lyrics right! And *Dad* remembered them wrong!
Good to know we’re still doing our jobs and surprising our kids.