"Summertime" is still stuck in my head. I think I'm inches away from mental illness. Even WCK recognizes that her mother has a serious problem. Yesterday, when I was absentmindedly singing it to myself, she decided that we needed to sit down and have an important talk.
"Mommy," she said soberly, "the New Kids on the Block ARE NOT as good as Mr. Stinky Feet."
Deep down in my heart, I know she is right.