Today TLo asked me to pleeeeease get her a new song for her iPod.
"Which song did you want?"
"You know, the one on Kids Bop?" This is already a bad, bad sign. Kids Bop is quite possibly the most horrifying thing I have ever heard. Ever. The afterschool van driver seems to have a penchant for it which seriously points to a question about her stability.
"Weeell," I start, trying to temporize. "I don't really think it's--"
"But it's on Kids Bop, Mom. You know? Kids?" She gives me the evil eye. "I looooove that song."
"Well, which song is--"
"You know! 'You change your mind like a, um, bird takes a, um.... ‘You're hot in your nose, you're in and about, you're up then, uh, mumble mumble...' That one?"
"'You're hot in your nose?' Seriously?"
We will not be acquiring that particular song.