These are the types of arguments we have in my house...
Mark was listening to "I Gotta Feeling," by his favorite singers, the Black Eyed Peas. I wasn't paying much attention until he sang this line:
"Fill up my car, mazel tov!"
"It's not 'car,'" I corrected. "It's 'Fill up my cup.'"
"No, it's car," he retorted.
"Listen to the next line," I said. "'Fill up my cup, drink!'"
But he was not to be dissuaded.
"No, they said 'drain,'" he told me.
"Fill up my car, drain?" I asked.
He nodded.
"But that doesn't even make sense," I answered.
He shrugged. "That's what they say," he told me, then ran off, singing very loudly, "Fill up my car, DRAIN!"
Sometimes it's just easier to go with it than to keep arguing against a hard-headed little kid. So when he re-appeared and sang it again, I simply smiled and answered, "Mazel tov!"
Hey, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
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