...sing at the top of their lungs?
...light incense and meditate?
...play sumo trucks?
Well, we do a few things but shopping is damn near the top of the list.
I was in the truck with Mamasan, driving back from another round of Christmas shopping. She started singing a song to herself and it seemed familiar.
"What's that you're singing, dearest mother of mine?"
"Oh, it's a Rolling Stones song."
I did my version of the raised eyebrow which is, apparently, contorting my face in an odd manner. I asked her to sing it for me.
Here is the song that Karen sang:
"Presario! Na na na na, na na na na, presario!
Presario! Na na na na, na na na na, presario!"
I starting laughing my ass off.
"Mom, they're singing 'Start Me Up', not 'Presario!'"
"Oh. That makes more sense."
God, I love my mommy.