Until this morning.
The silly song goes:
Balls in your mouth
I'm in your mouth
Well this morning, Mac sings that (like he's done a billion times before) and Nixon sings it rights after him! So here's my sweet, precocious 3-year old singing "Balls in your mouth" because daddy just said it. DOH!
I stood there dumbfounded, because I couldn't believe of all the damned things for Nixon to repeat crystal fucking clear, he chooses this! Mac tries to tell Nixon "only grown up can sing that song", which as we all know is not going to work.
Then, Mac and I both have a brainstorm at the same time! Nixon will be allowed to sing that song! In front of his GiGi!! (Marsha, my ultra-Christian grandmother for those of you not familiar with the name) As you may or may not know, I go out of my way to liven things up when I'm around my grandmother. What better way than have my son sing a completely HILARIOUS song about part of his last name (no, seriously, BALL is his dad's last name which is part of our family last name! Awesome, right?!?!?) albeit mostly crude and totally inappropriate little ditty for a child, when he sees her for the first time?? I can't think of one!
Besides, she's already convinced I'm ruining him by not taking him to church. I'm just "reassuring" her that he is in fact "ruined" by my parenting or lack there of!
