"Vee-got!"

Here's a conversation that just took place between K. and me:

K.: Momma! Momma! I just heard my song from dance class on a commercial. They said, "Aaahh, Vee-got!"

Me: Um, K., could they have been singing, "Aaahh, freak out!"

K.: No, it was "Vee-got!" I heard it.

Proof that she's her father's child. Yes, even the music whiz himself has been a little confused with lyrics. I'll never let him forget, "hold me close I'm tired of dancing." (R.'s lyrics to "Tiny Dancer.")