I usually try to to talk to my kids when we’re driving. BUT! I happened to have the radio on the other day. A catchy song came on that I recognized from American Idol.
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The radio wasn’t very loud and I didn’t turn it off.
On our way to church this week I heard my 7-year-old, Dani, singing a lovely little ditty.
I’ll make a grenade for ya. I’ll take it away from ya.
“That’s not how it goes.” pipes 5-year-old, Evie. It’s like this,
I take a blade for ya.
And here’s where I made my second vital error. I say, “Enough with that song guys. Do you even know what a grenade is?”
“Ya, Mom. It explodes. ” says Dani.
I then, unfortunately, attempted to make the song sound more reasonable. “In the song, he’s trying to explain that he would do anything for this girl. He isn’t actually going to take a grenade for her.”
This silences my young musicians. Then, I am relieved to hear Dani begin a new song.
Twinkle, twinkle, little…grenade.