My voice rang clear as we zipped along the street towards home. Seconds earlier I had declared, “This song is my jam.”
There is nothing more cringe-worthy than a parent stating that any song is their jam.
It’s kind of why I had to say it. It’s kind of true that saying songs are my jam is kind of my jam because my boys think it’s weird.
But, on this day, I didn’t let that stop me. On this day, I really did wanna dance with somebody.
Maybe even somebody who loves me.