Lois kept her focus on the little girl, trying to keep her face composed so Emma wouldn't see that she was so very close to breaking down with laughter. The fact that Aislinn had nearly an identical expression of boredom on her face as her mother's was almost too much to handle. Like mother, like daughter was definitely apt where those two were concerned.
"Everyone looks ridiculous doing yoga," she pointed out, ignoring a glare from one of the mothers next to them. A new song started up, this time about butterflies and caterpillars. “I think she’s got the life cycle wrong in this song. Isn’t there supposed to be a cocoon for the caterpillar to turn into a butterfly? You’d think they’d put a little science in with all the cutesy crap.”
"Can you keep it down," the lady hissed, putting her hands over her daughter's ears. "We can't hear the song over all of your complaining."
Lois rolled her eyes. She really doubted the under a year old kid was being harmed by the word crap or the complaining. “You should be listening to the song,” she told the woman and pointed toward where Phoebe was still singing, though about an octave louder now. “People can be very rude, can’t they Ais?”