Rawr, rawr, rawr, rawr, rawr

I'm not sure how or when it happened, but somehow I've developed  a love of the craziness, sexuality-subverting, pop artistry that is Lady Gaga. Or perhaps more specifically her song, "Bad Romance". Because, or perhaps in spite of that, I've had that song stuck in my head all week. Which means I've also been listening to it all week. Which means Zach has been listening to it, or at least had its sound forced on him via proximity. I don't think he quite gets it, especially as he's been wandering around singing "Rawr, rawr, rawr, rawr, rawr" to the tune of the song ever sense. I tried to show him the music video, but that just added vaguely dinosauresque dance moves to his "rawr, rawrs." In fairness, they are a somewhat accurate impersonation of some of the dance moves.

I suppose I wish he was more pop-culture savy every now and again, but it's more fun this way.