I have been shamelessly courted by VH1’s I Love series. I’ve seen both 70s series, all three 80s, only one of the 90s runs, and last night, started on the I Love the New Millennium set. (I had to triple check my spelling of millennium btw) And referring back to yesterday’s post on bedtimes, this was another special event, as 2002 came on right at eight, the year my son was born, so I let him stay up a bit longer than usual to get a pop culture glimpse into his birth year along with his 13 year old sister and me.
However, a bit more than an hour before bedtime, at the end of I Love 2000, there was a segment on Cast Away
My eyes widened and I glanced sideways at the five year old. And he caught me, which brought about this wonderfully uncomfortable conversation:
Brody: What does that mean?
Mommy: It’s a grown up word, and not something you should say at school, or anywhere else really you shouldn’t use words that you can’t define.
Brody: Ok, but what does it mean?
I was trapped. The smug smile on my teenagers face taunted me to get out of this conversation without stuttering or blushing.
Mommy: Ok, a whore is someone…someone…a girl….
Brody: (flashed his patented innocent attentive look)
Mommy: A girl who has a lot of boyfriends! But you shouldn’t use that word to describe a girl with a lot of boyfriends. You should probably just use “popular.”
I gave a satisfied nod, which prompted the teenager’s first raised eyebrow
Mommy: (to Amy, under her breath) Chup!
Amy: (stifled giggle)
Mommy: (to Amy, louder) Chup!
Amy: (the giggles break through)
Mommy: (to Amy, relinquishing what’s left of her maternal dignity): You’re fired!
