Unplugged

Not to be a blog of total mom-relates-kid-funnies-that-are-only-funny-to-her, but we just seem to be on a roll over here. Maybe 6 and 9 are exceptionally cute ages or something, aside from the constant butt and undies commentary from 6 and newly stinky pits of 9 (source of great pride, by the way, rather than source of wanting to shower, unfortunately). Anyway, my kids are both into music, big time, and have more pop cultural awareness than I already. Of course that's not saying much because I am truly among the least cool people ever when it comes to stuff like that. I never know the newest artist, or even the old washed up ones. I've always been like that. As a teen I took steps to rectify it or hide it but now I just bask in the dorkiness. Now if we're talking about Guy Noir vs. This American Life I have all kinds of opinions. Once again, I digress.

Older son and I were talking about a song we both like, I'm not admitting it because it's embarrassing even to me which says a lot, and I said something about the guitar part, since he plays electric guitar. Littler dude, never wanting to be left out, said he liked it too. Then he asked, "Mom, is it atouskit? Or with amps?" Older son and I exchanged conspiratorial glances, and I snuggled the little dude extra hard for his cuteness.

Another recent cuteness--there's a song called Replay out right now that my kids sing incessantly. I've never heard it because it's not on NPR but anyway it's quite popular I guess. I was kind of confused one day because what they were singing sounded a little weird, so I went and looked up the lyrics. As I suspected, they were not "....like an eyeball stuck to a plate", but were in fact ".....like an ipod stuck on replay". Made much more sense the second way, though the first has a certain imagery that I find compelling.