There came a time when a mom could no longer sing along with her favorite songs, especially inappropriate songs by Prince or Kiss. I could listen to the music. I just could not sing to the music. The girls would not notice inappropriate lyrics if I didn't point them out.
Now, the time has come when Nat has started pouring over my queue on my Kindle and points to songs.
"Mom, don't you know what this song is about."
"Uhhhh, no?" I say to a song by The Wanted. "What's wrong with this one?" I turn it on.
"Mom!" She says to whenever something Inappropriate comes on pointing to my Kindle.
"I don't get it. What's so bad about that?"
She rolls her eyes. She's not cluing me in.
Only she doesn't know that I know.
And I pretend to be a bit more innocent for her sake.