That’s how long it takes us to get from our driveway to Ava’s school in the morning; we get exactly one time through Rihanna’s “Umbrella,” which is Ava’s new favorite song (I don’t miss “Hungry Like the Wolf”). After I’ve backed out of the garage, I start the song, and Ava sings along as we toodle down the road. It’s awfully cute to hear her singing (she knows most of the words, but she doesn’t like “the slow part”), and it’s fascinating to catch the interpretations she comes up with when she’s not sure of what’s being sung.
I’m also awed by how much money has been made over the last 15 years or so through use of the contraction “I’m’a,” which takes the place, variably, of “I’m going to,” or “I’m gonna.” Love that Hip Hop economy of speech.