September 03, 2010
I gritted my teeth and cursed the day I put it on my iPod, but in spite of myself I couldn't help but sing along: 'Waaalk a little straighter daddy!'
Then suddenly it hit me, like an unexpected sale at Walmart: 'This song is a message to me!' It's the universe telling me I should do something about my posture. So I straightened up, and ran off into the sunset.
And with new conviction I belted: 'Waaaalk a little straighter Mómmy. You're leading me!'