I love reading Karen Edmisten's blog, and particularly hearing about the antics of Ramona, whose words never fail to make me smile.
So when Hatchick misheard something today, I couldn't help but think of Ramona.
I always plan to wait until Gaudete Sunday to pull out the Christmas music; I always break down earlier than that. Can't help it; I enjoy Christmas music, even if I don't like hearing it in stores two weeks before Thanksgiving.
Anyway, the girls had scooped up several favorite cds and brought them out to the living room to take the edge off of Math, so to speak. I glanced at the ones they'd found, noticed that one of the favorites was missing (it still is, alas; must have put it away in the wrong place last year) and asked, "What about Manheim Steamroller?"
And from the kitchen Hatchick echoed with astonishment, "What man behind a steamroller?"