Country Music, Kids and Badonkadonks
Our 11 year old son is a big fan of Country music, and that's definitely from mom's influence. I tune it all out, really... if it's not something I enjoy (a good Rock-n-Roll tune, some Jazz, and none but a few Country songs) I ignore it like white noise.
So as the whole family is out driving Saturday, and my MBH happened to be speaking to her sister on the cell phone, #1 son decides to ask Dad, what's a Honky Tonk Badonkadonk?
Good thing mom was on the phone....
Quickly, like a cop scanning a security cam after a convenience store robbery, I replay the last few minutes of background noise in my head to figure out what prompted this question, and sure enough there was a song on the radio more than one song ago that peaked his curiosity. Figuring it would be a discussion best left for another time, I told him we'd talk later.
I Googled the song to get the artists name. Trace Atkins performed it (and until then I thought that was a gal's name). Let's see.... references to Donkey Kong and slap you grandma : yeah, I can see how this would peak a tween's interest (in case you are as ignorant as I was: lyrics are here, the video - which sounds more disco-infused than what was on the radio - is here). This will be a good discussion, I'm sure. Let's hope he doesn't bring it up again.
Lo', and behold: he remembered to follow up with me on the topic Sunday night. This time, in private, so I talked to him.
First of all, what's a Honky Tonk? A type of bar, nightclub sort of place. Usually rougher than the kind of place you'd take your mom. Honky Tonk is also a kind of music played at such places. OK, so far.
So what's a Honky Tonk Badonkadonk? Well, badonkadonk is sort of a slang term for a woman's rear end.
Huh?
Her butt.
Oh, I get it. So mom has a badonkadonk!
My life flashed before me: "Now take my advice: do not ever suggest that to your mother! Both of our lives are stake here!"
I should have seen this coming; and admittedly, I hadn't taken the hint during a conversation 2 years ago that linked together Kelly Ripa and Playboy. The conversation went fairly smooth from there, and even went in a direction I hadn't expected:
Explaining that magazines and such for grown-ups are not the same thing as the magazines for kids satisfied him. For now. At least I have, what I believe, a stable platform to build on when the time comes.If it's rude to stare at people, why do so many magazine covers in the supermarkets show women wearing almost no clothes?
And if mom ever chastises the Rock N Roll I listen to because the lyrics are overly suggestive, I'll have some ammo.
By the way... among the many blogs I follow, there are more than a few that qualify as daddy blogs, the kind that bring every minute detail of the life and times of the author's kids. Those are fine, and I have no toruble with them.
Should I ever transform this humble blog into a daddy blog, I will immediately cease and desist all blogging. I have nothing against DBs, but they are not what I think is appropriate for me to put out into the ether. Like this post, there will be some entries about my kids, since the obvious humor involved isn't particularly embarrassing to anyone (other than, perhaps, me).
But if you're looking for minutiae about my kids, you've come to the wrong blog.
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