So I was standing in my kitchen skimming Facebook just now (oh, how my online time has been limited lately – I’m still not caught up on reading blogs from when we were in Florida a few weeks ago, and I still haven’t finished my next photo dump post), when I hear A~, my 13-year-old daughter say to L~, my 11-year-old daughter:
I’ll be Naughty Naughty, and you be Hottie Hottie.
Naturally, I whirled around in wide-eyed dismay and asked them if they were planning their future stripping careers.
They broke into a fit of giggles, apparently rather nonplussed that I, their mother, questioned them about stripping, and told me no, it had nothing to do with stripping and was all because of a rhyme L~ had come up with earlier:
Naughty, naughty little hottie.
Oh. Well, that makes me feel loads better that my 11-year-old is inventing the beginnings of modern-day nursery rhymes to commemorate stripping.
But no, they said. It really didn’t have anything to do with stripping. It all started with L~ and a corn chip (a corn chip?) and . . . I was lost in all the hysterical giggling and doubling over of my daughters, so I still don’t know what the corn chip had to do with it all. Anyway, L~ had some kind of corn chip malfunction, and A~ jokingly said, “Naughty, naughty . . .” then, to make a rhyme, added, “little snottie.”
L~ then decided she thought the rhyme would be better if they made it, “Naughty, naughty little hottie,” and then, this evening, there they were in the kitchen snacking on left over pizza and giving each other what any red-blooded American would recognize as stage names.
Couple this with the fact that one of my three-year-old’s favorite songs on Just Dance II talks about brushing one’s teeth with a bottle of Jack, and it is painfully obvious that my decision to home school my children was not motivated by the desire to stick them in some plaited-hair, religious bubble.
And who decided to rate Just Dance II E for everyone, anyway? I would like to talk to those pencil pushers, because between the three-year-old dancing to that alcoholic anthem and the six-year-old singing about Rasputin being the lover of the Russian queen, well, I guess it’s no wonder their older sisters are in dire need of career counseling.
Tewt the Newt is still chewing over the whole corn chip thing.