With my netbook in the technology ICU, I’m forced to work on homework in the living room. I try to put some Mozart on in my headphones and tune out the general chaos. It was working for a while.
Somewhere under the melodious classical music, I hear a serious discord. I look up to find Max standing on the sofa, toy microphone in hand, loudly singing her rendition of Pants on the Ground – with her pants, lyrically, on the ground.
‘This…..is A-merican Idol.’