Damn

"Mom, Big Kid said A-S-S," said little kid, whose spelling skills are getting impressive.

"You did?" I asked him.

"I was just singing a song! It was on just now!" Big Kid insisted, looking guilty.

"What song?" I asked, mostly out of curiosity.

"Thrift Shop. I said 'Damn, that's a cold-ass honky.'"

It was really hard not to laugh.

"So you said, 'Damn, that's a cold-ass honky'?"

"Yes, I did." He was honest and almost defiant about it.

At this point I couldn't hold back the laughter, and soon we were all laughing really hard, little kid the hardest. "Damn, that's a cold-ass honky!" he added unnecessarily.

That made me laugh even harder but I had to calm down for propriety's sake. "Look you guys, seriously, you cannot go around cursing and you are not allowed to say any of the other bad words in Macklemore's song if you know them! But if you think you can follow those rules--and I will revoke this privilege if there is even one slip-up from either of you!! If you think you can follow those rules, I will allow you to sing along to the line 'Damn, that's a cold-ass honky' but only in that exact context--while singing the Thrift Shop song while it is playing on the radio. Not outside of the family. Ever."

And that was wrong of me and completely ridiculous of me. I will surely regret it, it was a horrible idea.

But it was the best horrible idea I've ever had because that shit is hilarious.