WHERE DID I GO WRONG?

Today, the world said goodbye to Michael Jackson. When I told my daughter she said, "Why did they wait so long...wait, I guess if there's so much plastic...(sees my horrified face)...you...don't... have...too...hurry?

Arrrrrgh!

But she quickly recovered (ORLY?) by saying, "When was Billy Mays' funeral? I LOVED him!"

Sigh. I thought I had done so well...

As a side note and further proof of my failing to instruct my daughter concerning Things One Must Know And Love, after the King of Pop's death she said (and I can't believe it...it must come from her father),


"This is the first person to be born a poor black boy and die a rich white woman."

I'm going "Beat It" into her and play "Man in the Mirror" until she cries "Billie Jean" and repents at: marcyjoybryan@gmail.com

It'll be a "Thriller." (Please stop me.)