Dancing Queen

At Thanksgiving, Cookie Crisp brought the movie Mama Mia. She thought the girls would like it. A movie musical usually goes over at our house. It sure did. Over. And over. And over.

I survived ABBA the first time. When I taught high school, I had to ban it from the audio cassette player on trips in the school mini-van. They had cassette players then, before iPods. The music isn’t offensive–the first time you hear it. The problem is you keep hearing it. Dancing Queen is a carcinogenic ear worm.

This morning Cherry came into my room before school. “Mom, make it stop. Please make it stop. It’s been seven days.”

I applied the only known cure for Mama Mia, Bob Dylan. I hope he works.

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