There's A Bathroom on the Right

So we were in the car, driving home from my sweatiest encounter with California Pizza Kitchen to date. 

Being avid al fresco diners, we decided to sit on the patio despite the fact that all other patrons were tucked comfortably indoors.

HINT. HINT.

Turns out the mercury was just shy of 100 (even at 7:00 p.m.) and the lettuce wilted almost on cue. Not to mention the fact that for the first time in the history of earth, I think I sunburned my calves.

It was like a laser beam of sunshine was so intent on shooting through to my bones that it sizzled the outer skin.

Halfway through dinner--after two very refreshing trips to the indoor restroom--we realized we weren't actually eating anything.

It was more of a drinking contest than a suppertime meal and I was downing the mango iced tea at record pace. Lilly somehow sucked down two entire chocolate milks (which in my opinion, is the antithesis of a great hot weather drink) and J focused on white milk. 

My mom worked on a water with so many lemons that I am just puckering while I type.

So we boxed up an entire dinner and ran over to the mall where we promptly froze while the sweat dried.

Segue to actual post topic...

So we were comfortably air-conditioned in our car that holds enough fuel to power a small plane (and support a small nation) and I began flipping through radio stations.

Jackson's choice is always rock. The other day he asked me which band I liked better--Guns n' Roses or Aerosmith?

Huh?

I guess all of the hours of Guitar Hero have tempered his tastes away from The Wiggles and more into Tom Petty. I'm definitely not complaining because The Wiggles phase--although short--was PAINFUL.

Painful like my sunburned calves or Steven Tyler's pants. Painful.

So I'm glad we're into rock, but a little sad there's no in-between. What musical tastes is a first grader supposed to like right now? 

Hannah Montana?

Too girly.

Jonas Brothers?

I'm fearful of him wanting to start his own boy bad. (Which apparently, along with a few other cul-de-sac hombres, he has, but I'm hoping it will pass.)

Show tunes?

Of course, I would love if he shared my passion for "The Sound of Music" but I think it would be decidedly uncool if he was talking about Friedrich's contribution to "Doe-A-Deer" on the playground.

So we are back to Axl Rose and Jon Bon Jovi. 

Lilly, on the other hand, is more of a David Crowder fan.

She is down with worship songs that are (not coincidentally) my least favorite ones.

A commercial on a local Christian station was spotlighting some of their upcoming playlists for the next hour.

And then I heard shouting.

"MOM! Turn it back."

"Huh?"

"That's my favorite song and you switched the station!"

"Which one? It's just a commercial. RE. LAX."

(she starts singing)

"Recipe The Name of the Lord."

Which leads me to a great chorus by Creedence Clearwater Revival, "There's a bathroom on the right."

Or, as CCR originally performed it, "There's a bad moon on the rise."

So make that "Blessed Be the Name of the Lord."

Or recipe. Close enough.