Sometimes you have to correct things.
For example, yesterday all our kids (neighborhood kids) came home from school singing this silly song while doing this hand thing that looks like to loggers sawing a log in half.
"I pledge allegiance to the flag, Michael Jackson is my dad.
Coca-cola burned his butt, now he's drinking 7UP...."
And there's more but I can't remember it.
Well they started that this morning at the bus stop. And all I could think is that 1 - that was probably not started with the word 'dad'. I'm thinking a hateful slang term was used in place of it that rhymes with flag. So glad they have moved on from that and I don't have to correct the poor word choice! And 2 - it wasn't Coke, it was Pepsi, and it was his HAIR not his butt.
SO. Never one to keep quiet, I corrected the kids on the #2 portion. They all looked at me like I was a crazy person and said, "nah, it was coke" and I wanted to argue but then I realized..FIRST GRADERS DON'T KNOW NUTTIN ABOUT NUTTIN. AND THEY SURE AS HELL DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO MICHAEL JACKSON IS!
I wish I had my thriller tape right now. And my poster from Teen Beat with Michael sporting his glitter glove.
Ooh and last night I saw a kid at our cubscout pack meeting ask Warren to spell "icup (eyecup)". Warren refused. But the kid next to him agreed. I-C-U-P. "Get out of the bathroom and quit looking at me!"
Seriously, kids these days need to come up with their own stuff.
Bubble gum bubble gum in a dish, how many pieces do you wish?