October 04, 2009

I'll Take the Word that Begins with QU for... Free

We were at dinner the other night when Mr. T had some sort of fit about what they did in PE.

Said he, "They had the boys' PE and girls' PE together in the cafeteria... and we had to dance to some thing they had on Oprah."

The dinner table became silent as we pictured the 7th grade boys and their reaction to having to dance, as well as I was wondering what in the heck they'd shown on Oprah that they were dancing to.

Evidently Oprah had the Black Eyed Peas (Yes, Dad, that is a group) sing I've Gotta Feeling and there were 25,000 people dancing to it while Oprah's crew taped it.

So on and on Mr. T went about it, how ridiculous it was, when he blurted, "I felt like such a queer."


I hate language like that in my home. I tolerate a lot, but homophobic or rascist language isn't tolerated.

And of course Bones had to say, loudly as there is no volume for him, "What's a queer?!".


After I admonished T for the language, the conversation continued with Mr. T and Ringo explaining to him. I just listened in to see how they were going to dig themselves out.

The next day I was alone with Mr. T and I said, "You can't say things like that around Bones. He is much younger than you. You and your buddies at school may say things that are completely inappropriate, but you keep it with your buddies. Don't bring it home. You have a little brother."

When the two older boys were alone, I reiterated. And then I finished it off with, "Because... he now has a new odd word in his vocabulary and I frickin' GUARAN_TEE YOU, that it's going to show up on a test. Somehow, the word 'queer' is going to end up as the answer on a test. Mark my words..."

The boys get it and are laughing, but realize it's a problem. They've been trying to figure out in what class and how that Bones will answer, 'Queer' as an answer.

I have the horror already played out in my head. It will be religion. Something will be asked where the answer is Mary, Queen of Peace.

I'm telling you... in his mind, the word Queer fill fit just... perfectly.

I am willing to play the bet. Good Grief.

Posted by Boudicca at October 4, 2009 04:40 PM

Of course I'm familiar with black eyed peas. And okra, too. That's what I had for dinner tonight, black eyed peas, fried okra and corn bread. Do they dance to fried okra too?

Posted by: Angus of Islay at October 4, 2009 08:55 PM

You had all that mess with that ecoli burger? That's a lot of food...

I had never heard of the Black Eyed Peas until last week. Some chick named Fergie sings in it. I thought that Prince's ex wife was in a band until one of the kids correcte me.

Posted by: Bou at October 4, 2009 08:59 PM

The thing on Oprah was the world record for the largest Flash Mob. Oprah didn't even know the producers had planned it. I'd agree with Mr. T, feeling stupid doing the dance. But he might get a kick out of the idea of a "flash mob" if he looked into it. There are some pretty funny stories out there.

Posted by: Sissy at October 5, 2009 01:14 AM

Every parent has to get called to the principal's office at least once, Bou :) I'm sure when you do, there will be a good story that comes out of it!

Posted by: PeggyU at October 5, 2009 03:10 PM

The day that was on Oprah we were eating at a local restaurant with my family. Everyone was trying to guess what show and who was singing. I whispered in my 13-year-old niece's ear, "Is that the Black Eyed Peas?" She nodded yes. Yeah. I'm still cool.

*eye roll*

Posted by: Jerry in Indiana at October 5, 2009 03:16 PM

Sissy- Oh we looked it up. I was like, "what in the heck is a flash mob?" The boys kind of laughed...

Peggy- Oh my dear math-geek friend, you make assumptions that are not true! I have been to the principal's office more than you could ever imagine! I have three boys... we got to the point last year where when I saw the school phone number come up on my cell phone, I'd break out into a cold sweat. Sometimes I'd have to let it go to voicemail while I collected myself before I made the call back.

Jerry- I am not cool. But, honestly, the boys think it's kind of funny. They're more like, "Oh. It's Mom." Ringo didn't even blink when I asked if Fergie was one of the Princesses from England.

Posted by: Bou at October 5, 2009 03:35 PM