I like to sing- a lot.  Mind you, I can’t carry a tune and I can’t remember any more then two lines from any given song, but that doesn’t stop me from breaking into song any time I feel like it.  After I’ve song the lines I do remember I just start making it up as I go along. As long as I can find words that rhyme, I keep going.  My poor kids are usually my only audience so they are used to it and usually help me along when I run out of words.

This afternoon, I was getting Scorch out of the bath while singing my own personal version of “Tomorrow” from Annie.  In the middle of the song, Scorch almost slipped in the bath, so I sang a made up line that ended in floor, then another ending in sore (as in how he’d feel if he did fall) and then I got stumped.  So Scorch kindly offered up the word “whore.”

Huh.

My mind does this holy crap brain freeze thing where there are so many conflicting thoughts fighting for space everything just gets stuck. I figured one of two things just happened:

1) Either Scorch did hear that word used somewhere by someone and doesn’t realize it’s a bad word

or

2) Scorch just made up a word on the spot simply because it rhymes.

I didn’t want to overreact and draw attention to the word, so I simply say “Whore, huh?” (I know- sometimes my parenting skills are so sharp I scare myself).

“Yup- I made it up! Floor, sore, whore, bore, pour….”

Whew. Another bullet dodged- now I just have to explain to my sweet boy why I can’t sing that song anymore without giggling.