The nightmare began when my husband walked into our kitchen and said, “I’ve had this song stuck in my head all day . . .”
No! I thought. Don’t say it!
“Remember that song from the original Karate Kid movie?” he continued.
For the love of God, no!
“You know how it goes. ‘You’re the best around . . . na na na na na, na na na na. You’re the best around . . .”
