H.C. attends a very ethnically diverse school, and I am thrilled about that.  She is exposed daily to numerous cultures — black, Hispanic, Asian…

Sometimes, though, we’re surprised by what she has learned.  I, for one, can vouch for the fact that the King of Pop is never — never — played in this house.  Pre- or post-mortem.  I swear.  But last week Christina ad I were blessed with this gem as we worked on reorganizing some parts of the house.  Namely, we were finally cleaning all the papers off the table, floor and desk in the dining area and putting them in the new plastic drawers I bought to place under the desk in a pseudo-filing cabinet sort of role:

Me: “Here’s a drawer for me, one for things I want you to take a look at, one for Kaylee’s school papers…there’s even one to put your receipts in.”

H.C.: “Why are you talking about Michael Jackson?”

…I’ve got nothing.