Yesterday the fam and I were on our way home from church, and headed over to my grandmothers house. Henry begs to listen to 97.9. Which on many occasions of my protesting I have heard:
"But MOOOOOOOOM, our bus driver lets us listen to 97 dot 9"
I figure if his as old as my mom bus driver, lets him listen, then....well...I kinda have to be at least as cool as his bus driver. I am keenly aware that my "cool mom" status is quickly running out, as my 12 year old daughter looks at me with disdain (insert rolling eyes here.)
So we are listening to some song that I am trying to ignore the words to, and Henry doesn't seem to know them either, so I am good...he mostly waits patiently to hear "Dyn-o-mite." It wasn't too bad.
I do tend to turn into "Mom the headmistress" when there is songs about taking clothes off on the dance floor because I can see my "country music only" husbands head start to implode. But ultimately I try to be understanding, as a kid who listened to the Sex Pistols, the Dead Kennedy's and the Butt Hole Surfers...by virtue of the "kids pay you back for all your childhood mischief" rule, I need to allow some lenience.
Came the Ad... for TROJAN's. Now I am not a prude or anything, but the ad itself was a little much, and frankly, a lot much for my 5 and 9 year old.
I said "OK, time to turn the channel"
Henry says "Why? I want a Trojan, you can't even feel it is there"
So much for him not really listening!