Any mother worthy of having children knows what it takes to get her children in 'the zone.' For mine, it has always been music. Since birth, my kids have responded to music. No matter what crazed mood they are in, I have been able to snap them into calm with the right song.
GirlChild's latest favorite song is one I started singing to her at bedtime a few weeks ago. Within days, she had the entire thing memorized. I can't get her to remember to rinse her toothpaste out of the sink, but she can mostly sing a song back to me after hearing it once or twice. I love her intonations and strange southern accent as she earnestly sings it into her squash microphone.
I also included the real version by Alison Krauss in case this isn't in your repertoire and you'd like to hear the treatment of it by a grown woman instead of the four year old's version.
Although I'm sure there are a lot of similar videos out there in which I play a key role, I am not actually in this one. I don't know who any of these people are. But just realize they are out there. The people in this video walk among us. You work with them and live near them. They are your friends and neighbors. Eventually, someone did have sex with those boys, I assume.
I don't even know where to start with this. The hot pink? The hair? The asexual sexy sway? The God-awful solos?
As someone who once had to perform a dance to Lionel Richie's All Night Long for an awards ceremony in 7th grade as my chorus sang the song in four-part harmony, I feel their pain.