The other day in the car the song Gold Digger came on. For those who live a life blissfully unaware of Kanye West, the lyrics go "Now I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger, but she ain't messin' with no broke niggas" or something along those lines.
Charming and I'm sure I'm up for a Parent of the Year award for allowing my kids' precious brains to be sullied by Kanye. But they like it and it is rather catchy.
So little kid piped up from the back. "Mom?"
"I'm thinkin' I'm gonna marry a gold digger! 'Cuz then we could both be finding lots of gold and that sounds pretty fun!"
"Yes, good plan," I agreed, because that was the easiest way to go. "Just make sure she loves your mother."
(That's the one piece of advice I consistently bring up when discussing future spouses, gold digger or not.)