Honestly, nothing cracks me up like one of my kids freaking out as they lunge for the car radio, desperate to change the station before I hear more than five beats of a song. When I ask – and I always ask because reactions that strong are entertaining – they say Well, mom, you’re not gonna like it.

And now I’m curious. When did my kids get the idea my head would burst into flames if the sound of – GASP – rap music fell upon my delicate virgin ears? Seriously, I’m wracking my brain here and can’t remember a single instance when I flipped out over music. Unless you count that time the Dora the Explorer theme song came on but come on, you can’t really count that one, that shit’s annoying.

We had the most fun cleaning up after dinner the other night (no, I can’t really believe I just wrote that) playing music on the Echo. Bear and I took turns picking songs. Hers would start playing to T-man’s horrified expression; mine would begin to cries of More white people music?! Aaaggh.

Teenage critique aside, I loved hearing songs at the top of Bear’s playlist. Don’t get me wrong, I’m pretty old, so there were more than a few sections where I appreciated the beat but couldn’t understand a damn thing they were saying. But it was still a piece of her wrapped up in kitchen dancing, and that’s pretty darn good for a Tuesday night.

Linda hosts Stream of Consciousness Saturday. This week’s prompt is “wrap/rap.” Use one, use both (for bonus points), use ’em any way you’d like. Enjoy!