Santa got Son No. 1 a DJ mixing system for Christmas because it was the one thing he really really wanted. Santa had to get up super early one Sunday morning to make it because DJ mixing systems are very hard to find. Like REALLY REALLY hard. In fact, if you went to look you would find only one in the city you live in and would want to make a mad dash to the mall in hopes that nobody else bought the very last one available.
Needless to say, since December 25th our house has been ALIVE WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIC only without the Austrian nun nanny. There has been many an evening with Son No. 1 on YouTube and me standing behind him ready to ALT TAB at a moment's notice as he looks for DJ instructional videos. It's been challenging to find songs that are DJ-like. Club-worthy beats, with similar BPMs but, you know, not filled with curse words.
I thought I had done a really good job with his mix list until this morning as I listened to him belt out the lyrics to The Time by the Black Eyed Peas.
After he was done, I gently pulled him aside...
"Dirty BITS, honey. BITS. The word is BITS."
This is right up there with the time when I had to explain to the teacher we did not, in fact, watch a movie called Shitty Shitty Bang Bang.
Well played, Friday. Well played.
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