So we heard the song, "Blurred Lines" again today. And every day. And every hour on the hour since it is one of maybe five songs being played on the radio lately.
Big Kid said,"Oh great, here's this song again. I like it but I don't like it."
"Yeah, I know," I answered. I know because he tells me every single time it comes on, without fail. You might think it would be easier to just turn off the radio while in
the car, but you probably have fancy MP3 players or children that you don't have
to attempt to drown out with volume. Congrats on that. I'll just keep
allowing Robin Thicke and his good girl to disturb my child.
"I still don't think they're talking about dancing because why does he say 'You wanna hug me. What rhymes with hug me?' What's he talking about there?"
I had a feeling we'd be revisiting this issue. I hadn't thought of anything new to say but the longer I parent, the better I get at improv.
"I don't know why he says it. What rhymes with hug me? Bug me? Mug me? That's probably it. Maybe she's really a pickpocket and he just thinks she's a good girl and that's why the lines are blurred. Maybe that's why she wants to get at him and that's what he means by getting nasty--being a thief is nasty! Far from plastic because she likes CASH MONEY, know what I mean?"
I glanced in the rear view mirror. He looked deep in thought and doubtful.
"Hmmm. Not really." Damn it.
"But nothing else rhymes with hug me. Jug me makes no sense at all. It could be bug me. What else rhymes with hug me?"
"True." He agreed reluctantly.
And at that moment, I was so very grateful that Robin Thicke doesn't understand how rhyming works.