Here's the scene. Ponytails, ring dings, flowery pajamas, small apartment bedroom with Shaun Cassidy on the wall. It's 1980 and my sister and I are doing our famous ABBA performance for my giggling little brother. Karaoke at its finest. No worries about what I looked like or who heard me. We loved playing this 45 on our little Donny and Marie phonograph. (My oldest son just commented, "Wow, you're old, Mom.) Anyone else want to admit that this is a fun song?
Also, here's one more fun "K" reference that comes to my mind right now. When I was 21 (now there's a song title), my 18 month old nephew couldn't say "Kelly" so he called me "Kiki." One day, he came to my job and announced to the whole place, "She's Kinky!" I was a lovely shade of scarlet at that moment.
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