Yesterday, as the girls and I were running some errands, Miley Cyrus's new song came on the radio (SIDENOTE: I sort of love this song, which I realize is weird because it's totally teeny-bopper music and kind of vapid, plus we're supposed to hate Miley now after her strange pseudo-topless/backless photo shoot and what kind of parent lets their minor daughter pose like that, etc...I still find it infectious). Where was I? Right, the song. So Claire recognizes it instantly and gets all excited because it's Miley Cyrus! On our radio! How did the radio know that we love Miley/Hannah Montana/I'm so confused which one is she??
After the song was over (Don't sing, Mom! I want to sing...she's just being Miley...), Claire said, "Mom. That was Miley Cyrus. She's a very good singer."
"Hmmm," I agreed.
"She's a really good singer, just like Elvis but he died. And John Lemon--he died too. But I like Elvis and John Lemon but I like Miley the most. She's the best one."
I'm guessing this will be the first and only time that Miley Cyrus is compared to either Elvis Presley or John Lennon and comes out the winner.