Adventures with Parker

Me:  so, Parker, what kind of music do you like to listen to?

Without hesitation, Parker: Rock.

Me: really? ( knowing that I don't listen to real rock on the radio and ever curious) what do you consider rock?

Parker, again without any hesitation: the black eyed peas.

Me: (busted gut laugh that soon stops because he is as serious as can be) blahahahaha...ooooooh.  Ahem.  Well, what songs do you like of theirs?

Parker: Pump it!

Me:  (feeling very old and whipping out my iPhone to look it up) I don't know that one.  Wherever did you hear it? (Finding it and noticing there is an explicit version and a radio version)

Girls: oh mom, it is his favorite wii Just Dance song.

Me: (worried about what they might be listening to in my own home that I am unaware of) does it have bad words?

They actually pause to think before telling me no.

My little Parker rarely is so specific about the things he likes so I purchase the song and plug it in to the speakers. And he starts dancing this very choreographed dance and then does some freewheeling floor spins.  Hilarious.

He tells me he is break dancing....to rock music.  And he is as serious as can be.  I love that kid.

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This morning he walked out the door with one glove on and what appeared to be chocolate smeared on his face.  I let him.

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Parker went to a friends birthday this week.  He took 30 minutes to pick out the perfect Lego set for his friend.  We had 8 sets lined up on the floor for him to inspect.  I'm glad no one came by because we were totally blocking the aisle while we waited for his decision.

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Yesterday at church Parker was trying so hard to be reverent (which is really difficult for him) and some little boy walked up to him before class began and pretended to slit his throat.  Parker just sat there with his arms folded and pretended the little boy wasn't there.  I couldn't though.  I told him Parker was trying to be reverent and to sitzen down.  Parker has a friend at school that wants to blow the school up.  And if I tell anyone about his plan he will shoot me with his guns.  The little boy told me this at school one day.

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The moms at school pride themselves on teaching their sons to beat up other kids.

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Between the throat slitters, school bombers, bullies, crazy parents...I'm still glad that my 6 year old likes to dance, spends time picking out a special gift for his friend and can walk it the front door with one glove and chocolate on his face.  How quickly the innocence is lost.  I'll keep his as long  a possible please.