I'm having a problem lately that has its roots in two other problems:
1. Maggie generally discovers her new favorite songs on commercial radio.
2. I have not really heard a song lyric since about 1996. I'm all about a catchy tune, but generally can only sing along to the chorus of any song from this milennium. The rest I fill in with a combination of whistling, humming, and "dee dee dee"-ing.1
So, Maggie and I will hear a song in the car, and she'll say, "Hey Mom! Add this one to my list!" And then I go to Spotify, find the song, and drag it to Maggie's play list.
Then while I'm at it, I try to expand her horizons a bit, and I say things like, "Hey, I remember 'Hollaback Girl'! It has a marching band AND a spelling lesson! I'm Mom of the Year!"
Then the next time we're in the car, I plug my phone into the speakers, only to discover that all the songs are FULL OF SWEARS:
Radio: Dee dee dee s**t! Fa la la b***h!2
My brain: S**T!! OK, Mom, keep it cool.
My face: Whoopsy-daisy! Let's try the next one!
So the result is that I have to go in and remove the songs, and Maggie is left with little more than Taylor Swift. And I need to work on my censorship skills.
1Related tidbit: I am a voracious reader who almost immediately forgets the plot of any book I've read. I've found this trait oh-so-useful as an English major and a book club member!
2These words apparently don't always merit the "Explicit" label.