Dirty Songs

I think the hardest part of having kids and being from a generation that curses openly in songs is that enjoying your own music is difficult with little ears around. The other day I was listening to Ben Folds Five, innocent enough, I thought-but I was left trying to figure out if I should sing over top of Ben belting out "Give me my money back, give me my money back, you B..." or just skip over the song. I skipped over the song because Carter is so good at repeating everything now-I didn't want to make it an incident.

If I was in range of the stereo, I guess I could have done this: