The girls and I were having an one way discussion on how we don't make wardrobe changes at will during the week. We get our clothes up for the week on Sunday and that's what we wear. As this discussion was going on, I hear, "Mommy." A few seconds later, "Mommy."
"Jory, am I talking to the girls?"
"Yes."
"So should you be interrupting? And what are you suppose to say?"
"No. And I should say, 'Excuse me.'"
"Thank you." I said and finished talking to the girls. "Jory, what did you want to talk about?"
"I wanted to show you something, but it's too late now."
"What was it?"
"I get FM radio on my phone and Go Country was playing the song you like. You know the one about the shotgun, standing by the door, and cigarette."
It seems wrong that my ten-year-old is talking about shotguns and cigarettes, but I still think country music is better lyric wise than hip hop and even a lot of top 40 songs. At least he's not singing the Usher lie, "Shawty, I don't mind If you dance on a pole that don't make you a hoe." And really that song is pretty awesome and provides a teachable moment for my son.
I'm goin' home
Gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he's got one
He ain't seen me crazy yet
Slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm gonna show him what a little girl's made of
Gun powder and lead
Teachable moment - Another reason we don't hit women because she might be waiting for you one day with a shotgun she knows how to shoot.
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