Tuesday, January 27, 2015
I hope these two cousins are always close friends...
Steel came home from school the other day and told me over snack that one of her friends calls his penis, "Little Earnest." I live for little tidbits of information like that. They really pep up the hour a day I devote to lunchbox preparation and subsequent dismantling. I heard about Little Earnest a day before a friend of mine told me she had a mysterious smudge on her glasses that turned out to be an imprint of her husband's testicle. Who gives oral sex with glasses on? Maybe he's into that whole "slut librarian" thing. I also have a friend whose husband has a spreadsheet upon which he inputs: his weight (daily) when they have sex (tri-weekly), when they argue (who knows?) and much more. I have a hard time keeping track of my business expenses. His rigor is incredible to me.
Is it appropriate that I know about these things and think about them? I'm grappling with the whole concept of appropriate these days. People have been talking about filters on computers and limiting kids' access to things. I hadn't really given it much thought because my kids are so little, but I'm starting. I was listening to my meathead morning radio show last week. They were interviewing a porn star. Curious, I googled her name. HOLY SHIT! I thought you had to pay to see that kind of thing or you had to know someone with a password.
I let the kids listen to pop music when I'm in a good mood in the car. We all sing along feigning that we know the lyrics. There is something so inappropriate and yet so cute about Toby singing that she's got, "all the right junk in all the right places" because she's "all about that bass." Alone one day I listened to the actual lyrics of one of our staple sing-alongs: