My daughter and I went to deliver Girl Scout Cookies this morning. One of our stops was my brother and sister-in-law’s house that’s about 10 minutes from home. It was just the two of us, which is a rare occasion as I feel like alone-time with any of my children is a rarity. Whenever it happens though, I find any one of them capitalizes on the moments we have together and chats up a storm.
There we were, driving down the road to get to my brother and sister-in-law’s house, when it all begins. Technically the youngest of three (her twin brother is 1 minute older), this girl has a sense of humor beyond compare. Her highly-competitive twin tries desperately to compete with her quick wit, but often delivers an unimpressive and what he quickly discovers is an inferior punch line. “Mom, my knee-pit itches,” she exclaims without raising an eyebrow. “Your what itches?” I bellow. “You know, my knee-pit,” she repeats without an ounce of expression on her face. “Grace, do you mean the back of your knee?” I inquire to which she replies, “Mom, get real. I know there’s no word called knee-pit in the dictionary, but really? That’s what it’s called.” I scratch my head and think, “She’s onto something.”
Fast forward two minutes. I take the sharp bend and the song Havana by Camila Cabello comes on the radio. For any Pop Music lovers out there (I’m not one of them, but tolerate it to appease my children and to have the opportunity for a good belly laugh in this instance), the chorus goes like this …
“Havana, ooh na-na (ay)
Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na
Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ay)
There’s somethin’ ’bout his manners (uh huh)
Havana, ooh na-na (uh)”
Grace is a Minion-lover. When Despicable mean entered the theaters, she could not get enough of those adorable, naive creatures who have a total lack of self control captured Grace’s heart. Back to the song, Havana …. or should I say, “Banana / Nanna”?
Without cracking a smile, she chimes in with the chorus the following lyrics …
“Banana, ohh na-na (ay)
I want to eat all of the bananas, ooh-na-na (ay, ay)
But they all cost more than a dollar, na-na,na
I want to eat all the bananas
To eat all the bananas
Banana ooh-na-na”
Thanks to Grace, we can all now sing these new catchy lyrics to the song, “Banana” and be grateful for the awesome comedians we all have in our lives. They certainly make our days brighter.
Adrienne's Slice of Life 
Singing is always good. I don’t know the Havanna song.
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I’m going to be hard-pressed not to try out Grace’s unique lyrics next time Havana comes over the radio! Does her twin have his own version? I have boy/girl twins, too, and they are definitely comfortable in their own skin – individually!
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Hahaha – I will now laugh every time I hear this song while riding with my children. In fact, I think I will share your daughter’s version with them so we can all laugh together. Your daughter is pretty quick-witted!
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So funny! I know the song and will think of your daughter’s lyrics next time I hear it. I found some of the best moments I had with my kids was when we were driving somewhere – usually to a soccer game. Something about driving in the car, sitting next to each other with nothing else to do, encouraged conversations – and singing to the radio. My favorite line in your slice is: “Whenever it happens though, I find any one of them capitalizes on the moments we have together and chats up a storm.” Nothing beats that alone time with mom!
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I love how you recognize the value your children place on getting you all to themselves. Your daughter sounds like a hoot!
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