Like mother, like son?

To my Husband-

I should apologize.

You see last night, as Logan and I got in the car to head home I turned on the radio as I always do.  And while I would like to say it was, I know for a fact the song they were playing wasn't exactly kid friendly.  And while I may have really really loved that song, Logan is getting to the point where he is picking up words left and right-as demonstrated by his recent F-bomb episode the other night-and yes I know he has been picking up words for awhile even if mommy hasn't exactly wanted to admit it. So there the two of us where, in the car. He screaming for music, and me craving something, anything that would make him happy. XM didn't help, if I thought censored radio wasn't kid friendly, how the hell would I let him listen to that? I yanked out my Ipod, which is never far and flipped through the list of artist.

And I came across The Backstreet Boys. Well hmm..I mean mommy loves them...But this was our son, and I am pretty sure if you knew about this, you wouldn't think it was such a wonderful idea. Then again, they are kid friendly. I don't have to worry that the F-bomb is going to come out after every sentence. Besides the kid-whether you like it or not-has a thing for poppy dance music.

So I put them on, a nice mix of songs from their 8 albums they have out, not quite sure how he would react. Yes a couple of weekends ago the local radio station did a throw-back and Logan loved 'Larger than Life.' but would he still dig them? I made sure to play some of their dance tunes, though I admit I couldn't exactly whip through one or two of my favorites. I listened and peeped a couple of times as he bopped his head up and down to the music.

As we rounded the corner to our neighborhood, Logan pipes up in the background, and I have to turn the volume down to hear him, he protests. 'Who is this mommy?'

'The Backstreet boys sweetie. '

'I like the Backstreet Boys!! Does mommy?'

I have to hide a smile as I stop at the stop light, for if he only knew just how much his mommy loved the group of guys. 'Yes honey. I love the Backstreet Boys.'

'Then so do I! I love the Backstreet Boys. Turn it up please.'

And so what else could I do but grant him his little wish, and as we rounded the final corner, our home in view, your wife and your son enjoyed the final ticks to 'I want it that way....'

Neither could be happier.

So my deepest apologizes for this. I am sure this is just a phase.

If not, 15 years from now, you will have great ammo to use against him.

Love,
your wife.