LMFAO is the bane of my existence. My kids, while getting older each day, are still young and somewhat innocent. That’s why when I heard my 7-year old (who at the time was 6) belt out, “I got passion in my pants and I’m not afraid to show it… show it… show it… I’m sexy and I know it,” my first reaction was to laugh. Then I decided to put my mom hat back on and get to the bottom of this travesty.
“Honey, where did you hear this song?”
“Scotty taught me.”
This was months ago just as that stupid song was hitting the airways. I hadn’t yet heard the official version (as opposed to the 6-year-old-boy version). Today, everybody and their brother loves this song (except me). My little monsters have been hounding me to let them download it on their iPods, to which my answer continues to be a resounding “NO!”
Here’s how the conversations about this song used to go:
9-year old: “But mom, why? There are no swear words in it.”
Me: “It’s inappropriate!”
9-year old: “How is it inappropriate?”
Me: “It just is!”
An aside: At some point, both of my boys overheard me telling the story of how they go around singing, “I’ve got passion in my pants and I’m not afraid to show it.” Perhaps I should have been more aware of my surroundings as I recounted this story. Because kids are kids and they don’t just let things go. They hold onto them for long enough to make you believe they’ve forgotten until they pull it back out in the form of a crazy question. So they not only know that I hate this song, but they now know which part of the song I really hate!
Here’s how the conversation now goes (and yes, we have multiple identical conversations about the same thing):
9-year old: “Mom, what does “passion” mean?”
Me: “Um… it’s… um… okay, it’s like when you feel strongly about something.”
9-year-old: “So what does “pants” mean?”
Me: “Honey, you know what pants are. You are wearing them now.”
9-year old: “So, then why is “passion in my pants” so bad?”
Me: “It just is. We’ll discuss this when you’re older. You can’t download that song!”
I’m an awesome mom, I know. No need to flatter me with compliments on how wonderfully I address my children’s questions.
That said, I wouldn’t mind one little bit of LMFAO would just go away.