Hopefully my hilarious sister-in-law won't mind that I share this story she told us last weekend. We have been chuckling about it ever since. (Thanks, C, hope I get this retelling right!)
She was sitting in primary with her son one week, helping out for the day. It was singing time and the leader asked the kids for their favorite song. Her six-year-old son shot his hand in the air and he got called on.
"Jackson, what's your favorite primary song?"
"Roxanne," he said with enthusiasm but kind of quietly.
"What song? I couldn't hear you."
"Roxanne," he said loudly, singing the two notes of the Police song as he said it.
"Oh, I don't think I know that one." Which, I'm sure, is how the primary was saved from having to sing the words "sell yourself for money, you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right." Of course those who did know the song didn't let Jackson's parents live it down.
Ah, the perils of sharing the music of your younger days with your kids.
