Friday, December 17, 2010
My Child is Mastering the The Urban Dictionary
My youngest, a preschooler, has been telling tall tales lately.
On our walk back to the car after school, I ask him what he learned today.
"Nu-ting," he says.
"You didn’t learn anything at all?" I repeat in that I-know-you-are-lying tone that mothers and prosecuting lawyers have.
He smiles as though he is remembering something funny, then says, "Well. Yes! 'B' is for booty. Miss Nina taught us the Shake Your Booty Dance today."
"Oh Yeah?" I answer in disbelief,adding, "How does that go, Mr. Smarty-pants?"
My youngest grins, puts his hands on his hips and gyrates, singing,
“Shake your booty, yeah! Shake your booty."
"Oh my goodness, what is that -- the Urban Alphabet?" I wonder aloud.
"Yes. Mommy. Urban Alphabet ... It's really cool," he says.
I gasp, suddenly imagining the lessons for letters C, D, and E.
I fish my planner out of my hand bag and write in the margin on the calendar -
"Note to self: Just in case this "booty dance lesson" is in fact, true, speak to teacher before the class reaches letter F!"
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