I always thought they got these tendencies from their father, but I have had some recent recollections that shed a little more light on the truth.
It started as a very young child. My parents
So, I thought Kenny was crooning, "you picked a fine time to leave me, Lucille, with 400 children, and a crock in the field."
I didn't even know what a crock in the field might be, but I really fretted after those 400 children, and the woman who birthed them. I thought Kenny ought to have been pleased she stuck around through 400 children. It really surprised me when I realized the lyrics were 4 hungry children and a crop in the field, just a few years ago. I guess Kenny's lyrics make more sense than mine. To this day, my husband does not like it when I sing in the car, not because of my poor singing, but because I butcher the lyrics so phenomenally.
Move forward a few years, to a fateful food fight, or some cafeteria disruption, that led to my entire 5th grade class having the principal assign us an essay on manners. It dawned on me years later, in college quite sadly, that I titled my paper incorrectly. In my most beautiful cursive I wrote:
Seriously? What what was wrong with me??? And how hard do you think the principal laughed?
Then, my senior year in high school, I made the most egregious error of all. This one is painful, and I can only blame my complete and total ignorance. I did not pay attention to anything, hardly ever, in school. So, at any rate, our teacher gave us a semester long project and we could choose between two topics that were controversial current events in 1992. The first was euthanasia, the second was AIDS. We were to do research during the semester and turn in an 8-10 page report at the end of the semester.
I really enjoyed my pick, and found out some very interesting facts about the topic. I only wonder what my teacher thought when she saw the title of my report:
Youth in Asia
I cannot, would not, make this stuff up, people.