Dear Paty Kerry,
My daughter, Piper, wants to be you. She’s five-years-old and is one of your biggest fans. In fact, for Halloween, Piper wants to wear a costume that she’s designed to be Paty Kerry.
It’s not just your blue hair that she adores. She understands your love of all things glitter. She feels that you are a kindred spirit. Piper likes to dress in costumes every day, just like you. She loves singing and dancing, just like you. And she believes in magical places, like the kind of that you invent on stage. When Piper sings “Firework,” she channels your energy and believes she really can go Boom, Boom, Boom. In fact, Piper’s birthday is just a few days past July 4th and she thinks that song was written just for its occasion.
I do steer Piper away, though, from some of your more mature lyrics. But mostly I just manage to keep them contained to our home. She’s in kindergarten after all and far from her first teenage dream, if you know what I mean. She hasn’t started kissing anyone yet, let alone girls and liking it. I’d love more G rated material from you by the way. It would really make my job easier. Piper doesn’t get most of what your lyrics say, but it’s a bit disarming to see her belt out Baby, let’s go all the way tonight on her walk to school. Fortunately, Piper thinks in your skin tight jeans is in your skim milk jeans, which is much more nutritious and probably explains why you can get into those jeans anyway.
And here’s Piper’s country version:
So if you decide you need a five-year-old back up singer on your next tour, Piper’s ready and waiting.
P.S. I do realize your name is actually Katy Perry but not according to Piper. Sorry.
Can Piper and I go trick or treating together? I bought a blue wig and I’m going as Paty Kerry too for Halloween!! Great minds think alike.
You two would take the town. It would be a blast. You’ll be a perfect Paty Kerry. And thanks for not judging me. I was terrified that this post would bring down the what-kind-of-a-mom-let’s-her-five-year-old-dress-like-that variety. Whew.