R is for Rockstar

I'm not sure whether to embrace Anna's songwriting capabilities or censor them. It never fails - every time we go to a public place, Anna pacifies her boredom by either throwing a temper tantrum or composing some original music.

Now I realize this will be funny in 15 years, which is the only reason I'm documenting it - LOL!

Anna's allergic to peanuts, and she loves to talk about it (it's one of her crises). However, the word "peanuts" sounds an awful lot like "penis." Oy Vey. Also, she over-pluralizes words. So, peanuts becomes peanutses (penises).

At any rate, yesterday's ditty (in the middle of the grocery store, mind you) went a little like this:

"I can't have penises be-tuz I'm awerrrgic to dem .... Penises make Anna sick .... Momma LOVES penises and has penis all the time ..." And on and on it went. Bah!

A possible album cover?


Or maybe this one?