Parenting FAIL!

I'll admit it, I'm a sucker for Broadway musicals. I love them! Les Miserable, American Idiot,Rent, and my newest obsession, The Book of Mormon. I will admit,I bought it without hearing one song but in Mimi Land,the fact that Trey Stone and Matt Parker were involved was a no brainer. I'll never be too old to enjoy the juvenile and crude antics of South Park! OMG! They killed Kenny! You bastards!!

I do a good majority of my musical listening in the car and as ya'll know,I'm normally accompanied by my mini's. Having listened to the first two songs, I was IN. They were catchy and upbeat and thoroughly enjoyable.

I pick up my xy chromosomes from school and I look back into my rearview mirror and all three Parrow monkeys are nodding their heads,enjoying the beat and discussing their daily schooltime adventures.  Ah,peace! I should mention that I have the ability to zone out and disregregard the vast amount of my surroundings at will out of sheer survival instinct.

My attentions hone in on the innocent and overly sweet sound of giggles from the back seat. Typically, these giggles precede one of the trio passing gas,burping or some other disgusting bodily function. Oh no, not this time. Oh HAIL no!

This time, Mommie provided the entertainment in the form of a song from this musical that resembles a happy tune from The Lion King....only instead of this African phrase meaning no worries, it means "f*ck you God". I shit you not fella's.

My four year old goes loco that there are "naughty pants singing naughty words" on the song. I listen closely to hear the f bomb being dropped loud and proud. I've never been more thankful for stereo controls on my steering wheel. As it turns out, these profanity seekers only heard the big F and not the part that followed.....not that I'm giddy about that even but overall,it was the lesser of two evils.

As much as I love profanity and cursing ....so much so that I could monologue an entire descriptive rant using only these words....I don't really need the Parrow trio using the f-word fluently.

Oy! Now I'm paranoid that CPS will come knocking at my door for a vocabulary check. Shiiiiiit. I mean SHOOT. DARN.

Between you and I, the cd is phenomenal and on my ipod touch as we speak. I think we will stick to the good ol' radio for a little bit.

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