So my daughters spent two days with my mother-in-law and already they're showing symptoms of religious radiation.
1. They were singing Mary, Mary's "God In Me" -- not a bad tune actually, but still . . . really?
2. Worst offensive, my eldest, out of the blue said -- "What was that thing that Madea said?"
Uh, what the fuck? (I didn't say that out loud). "How do you know about Madea?" I asked.
She said "We saw Madea's Family Reunion at nana's house."
Of course you did.
But you know what, Tyler Perry movies are made for 8-year-olds, so I can't blame her for liking it. It's the grown folks who dig it that I can't understand.