My baby used to kiss Elvis' face on an album every night before going to bed when she was a little girl.
Now...........she's obsessed with John Ritter.Yup.........that John Ritter. Every day as I stroll into the loft I am faced with the tuxedo John Ritter wore to his last People's Choice Awards in 2003. Thus far, I have been unable to convince her that my acquisition of an Elvis jumpsuit is now only fair.
I fear for our future if this sort of deteriorating artistic discernment is a symptom of a more generalized mental breakdown on her part.
Really, she likes Elvis, but certainly not to the degree I do. She often claims that Elvis is the only man I would leave her for
She had attempted to indoctrinate my kids into her preference for music........Latin, salsa..........whatever. Noxious stuff.
Fortunately, While I may have lost Justine (due to the fact that I hadn't met her mom until Justine was 3 and already under her mom's dark influence), Jordan, my 5 year old, asks to see Elvis in Aloha or '68 quite a bit...........while straddling his mike and slinging a guitar and red lei around his neck too!!!!!
Man, I love that boy!!!!!!