I Can’t Help But Think That, Somehow, Celine Had A Hand In This

“OOOOOOOH CAAAANADAAAAAA!” she sings. I’m sure the Canadian National Anthem has more words than that. It has to, right? But those are the only ones she knows, so she starts over. This time, a little louder. “OOOOOOOH CAAAANADAAAAAA!”

“Honey, mom has to get this writing done. It’s really important.”

“Well, who’s stopping you?” she says, completely serious. “OOOOOOOH CAAAANADAAAAAA!”

“HONEY!” That gets her attention. “Really. I HAVE to write this. It’s due tonight.”

“Great! Write, then!” she chirps. Then the inevitable, “OOOOOOOH CAAAANADAAAAAA!”

This went on for what felt like a million years. It got late. As she kissed me and headed toward bed, she looked over at my laptop screen. “Mom! You’ve been sitting there for over an hour and haven’t written one word! You really need to learn to focus.”