It’s Friday. Fact.

by Ashley Weeks Cart

Also fact? That James and I have made an epic parenting fail by exposing our daughter to Rebecca Black’s “Friday.”

She’s hooked. (It’s worth watching until she goes bananas during the rap portion of the song)

And now we are forced to listen to it on repeat or suffer the consequences of one very distraught toddler. We’ve caught a glimpse of what this whole terrible two’s thing means when Sunny is denied her “Friday” fix.

James pointed out that while the music selection may be questionable, at least the video’s content is PG as opposed to all the top 40 pop music videos that have people committing suicide in bathtubs or wearing overly sexualized alien clothing.

Also, we do enjoy mixing it up with the “Glee” version of the song. And let me just say that James’ experience in a collegiate a capella group has well-prepared him for the ridiculous impersonations that happen when said video is playing in the house.

So how did we spend Sunny’s 2nd birthday. Napping until 5pm. Dancing to “Friday” at least 25 times on repeat. Consuming a celebratory birthday mud pie that had Sunny proclaiming, “Hmmm, yummy. Pa-pa-cake yummy. Hmmmm.” She was literally moaning in delight as she dribbled coffee ice cream all down her front. And yes, she called the pie “Pa-pa-cake” (her word for pancake) because she assumed that they were one and the same.

Hey, she’s only two. We’ll get to nuance and distinction soon enough.

And let me state for the record that one should never, ever let her toddler nap so horrifically late in the afternoon and then feed her coffee ice cream at 9pm. So much for bedtime! Until 10pm last night, James and I bore witness to a twitching, fidgeting Tasmanian Devil that wrecked havoc on our home until she literally crashed into slumber on her bed.

Happy parenting to us! We’re good at this, no?