Except, out of the mouth of a three year old, it doesn't sound like Negroes. It sounds a lot like, "Oh. My. God. Where the hell did you hear that word? No. Don't say that word, it's not a nice word. No, don't say 'hell' either. Oh my God, Oh, My God, Oh my God!No! Don't say Oh My God!!!!!!"
I know. I know. 97% of that one's my fault. But seriously. Having your child sing the words to you...anything by Katy Perry, for instance. Black Eyed Peas, perhaps? Nothing like watching an eleven year old get down to "My Humps.."
I assure you, she does not have humps, and yet, there she is screaming the words and shaking her bottom like she's a double d, and I'm left to wonder who let that happen? Because it sure as hell wasn't me. (Despite my free usage of the word hell in this one piece, I usually keep it pretty clean.) I don't play that crap. At least that particular song...
And then the three year old is singing it. My Humps, My Humps, My lovely little lumps. It's just a song, and yet, I don't want my kids singing it, and I have no idea where they even heard it, I just know it wasn't here.
Hmmm. Some other examples..."Somebody Told Me" Nothing like hearing a sweet 3 year old singing about someone taking off their dress. I'm like, Honey, I think they want to put their clothes back on...they're singing about getting dressed.
That one's going to come back to haunt me, I just know it.
Nothing sounds the same coming out of the mouth of your child. They are quite telling little mirrors, aren't they?