Little guy: "Mom have you heard 'XX'"
Me: "I dunno, play it."
He plays the video on his phone and I answer "yes" or "no". Let me say that this is great for bonding. I'm never critical (actually I rather like most of his hip-hop stuff), and I end up far more knowledgeable, dare I say "more hip," than I started.
Tonight we went through about five or so songs. Three I knew, two I didn't...but now I do. Then he played "Thrift Shop," a song I'm quite familiar with.
Me: "Hey, close your eyes. I'll be right back." I ran to my big guy's closet to retrieve something amazing and wonderful and quite precious to me (I stash a few things in the very side four inches of his closet. He's OK with this.)
Little guy: "OK. What are you doing?"
Me: "Take off your hoodie."
Little guy: "Um, OK."
Me: "You could help me a little bit." He stiffened his previously slack arm so it would go in one sleeve. Then I slid his arm in the other sleeve, pulled it on, buttoned the front, turned up the collar. and..."OK, look."
Little guy: "This is AWESOME!!!"
You see, he was wearing a fabulous double breasted, leopard print, fuzzy jacket I bought during the 80s in a Palo Alto thrift shop. It's always been too big for me, but I wore it for many years anyway.
Me: "It's yours now. Enjoy it."
He ran into his room, put his green Afro wig on.
Little guy: "Take my picture, mom."
I did. He texted it to a friend. Said friend very astutely replied, "Duuuuuude, that is soooooo pimp!!!" And then quite likely forwarded the photo to a bunch of their mutual friends (at least that's what my kid was hoping for, he told me so).
Yup, I've officially contributed to the "pimp"ness of my kid.
...and quite possibly earned some "cool mom" points along the way.
P.S. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, go to YouTube and search for "Thrift Shop". Then you'll go, "Oh."
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