Junky music

So a few Sundays ago I was pretty stressed. I am not even sure what caused it now. I just know that I only had one thing I wanted and it was calm instrumental (piano) music. I told Lee that I was bummed because I just put Bryson down and the music was in there. I followed that up with "I don't want any junky music."

Of course Braxton had a question about this. We discussed that some people don't write music about good things. He had a hard time understanding this. I tried my best but the only examples I could come up with that I cared to answer even more questions about were songs about smoking, drinking, or drugs. We all know there are sadly more vulgar things in music but my little one is still so little... Plus Braxton knows from dad's medical lessons the hurt that these choices can cause the body. So there were not a lot of questions to follow. Dad hurried Braxton off to church. I followed a few minutes behind with Bryson.

While we were there one lady mentioned the power of music and what a joy good music is in her home. I leaned over to Braxton and told him that she didn't like junky music either. Braxton much louder than even his normal talking voice (which is already pretty loud) said, "Dad knows a song about smoking in the boys' room." It seemed to everyone else that Braxton was busting Lee for some car karaoke session. Dad was trying to explain to me while holding in laughter that the discussion on worthy music continued on their way to church. I knew this but couldn't keep myself from cracking up.

At least Braxton's listening to the things we say right? :)