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Still, she does sometimes say "Yes," even to Maggie's request for hip-hop music. "I pick a few songs. She's fine with that. If [the lyrics] say 'damn' she'll sing 'darn,' " says Hill. And though they occasionally "call me out" for swearing, admits Hill, the naughtiest thing they see Mom do is occasionally dive into a bag of barbecue potato chips. "And not the baked kind," Hill clarifies. "The real, funky, get-your-fingers-greasy kind. I have to eat them with this sour cream dip I make."
Until she has to start fretting about drivers' permits ("The worry of your child being on the road, oh my gosh!") Hill is enjoying simple family moments, like gathering in what she calls "Tim's room" on Sundays to watch the Tennessee Titans on TV. "Tim's up and down, yelling at the screen," says Hill. "I get excited along with him, like, 'What? That's a bad call!' – acting like I know what I'm talking about." If she doesn't, she waits for a commercial to find out. "After 11 years of marriage," she says, "I've learned youn ever ask a question during a replay."













