Rap me on the knuckles with a ruler
“Have you noticed?”
“Noticed what?”
“That he says it all the time?”
“Er….not particularly.”
“I wonder where he got it from?”
“What?”
“That little ditty.”
“Which one?”
“The 'my bad' ditty. I'm never sure if it's a question or a statement or where he got it from in the first place? That and the cap turned backwards, is giving me cause for concern.”
“Really. Supposed to look cool I guess. How come you’re worried about his repeats?”
“Well it just sounds so odd. 'Bad' isn't a word that we use around here.”
“All the kids use it.”
“Do they?”
“Oh yes, it's just 'hip' I suppose, you hear it all the time.”
“Do you? I don't.”
“Come now, don't be such an old fuddy duddy. Have you been living under a rock?”
“Maybe.”
“He's just trying to fit in with his peer group. You should be pleased that he's that socially aware.”
“I should?”
“Well it's a darned sight better than 'oopsie' every time he makes a mistake.”
“But 'oopsie' is sort of sweet and endearing. 'My bad' is……er…….I'm not sure what it is but it definitely sounds odd.”
“Not odd but age and culturally appropriate I think you'll find. You could learn a thing or two from him yourself!”
“You think I should wear a base ball cap turned backwards?”
“It would certainly update your image a little. Gotta be better than choosing the 'purple hat'* option. That can come later.”
*WARNING
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I’m tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people’s gardens . . .
The ending of the poem pleases its readers when the woman says . . .
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to “wear purple.”
Here they are ‘not’ rapping, more of a touch of brotherly love and helpful interpretation.
November 28th, 2007 at 2:54 am
We all need a little helpful interpretation don’t we?
… and when you’re old – what colour shall you choose for your hair?!?
xx
November 28th, 2007 at 3:02 am
You have some of the best poems!
November 28th, 2007 at 3:31 am
I think he looks smoothed out on the R and B tip with his hat on backwards. You don’t know who Bell Biv Devoe are? Your bad.
November 28th, 2007 at 3:56 am
I’ve loved that poem since the first time I read it.
November 28th, 2007 at 5:15 am
I keep telling my friends that when I get “old” I don’t have to hold back and can say anything I want. They, not so graciously point out, that I already do….
I think I would rather listen to your son singing opera than most other opera singers…..I’d buy his cd!
And the hat backward is a cool thing.
Love you
Suzy
November 28th, 2007 at 5:32 am
Maizie keeps saying “damnit”. Is that even how that is spelled? I have no idea! I asked my husband where she got those words from and he said, “Oh, probably from me. I say it all the time.” Nice. The first few times it was cute. Now, I have to remind her not to use those words. The joys of language.
I don’t see myself ever wearing the color purple.
November 28th, 2007 at 5:40 am
i came by to thank you for your visit to my place. quite a gem of a blog you’ve got here. we’ve got our own sex eds stories evoked by observing cows. i am a great lover of the politically incorrect shel silverstein (once recited ‘sick’ while imitating a hypochodriac acqauintance of mine). oh dear, i really do not need ANOTHER funny blog to read but i doubt i’ll be able to stay away.
November 28th, 2007 at 6:32 am
Great video. A familiar scene at our house. He’s so polite! =o)
November 28th, 2007 at 6:37 am
I love that!
“Oopsie!” My kids use that, I think they got it from their grandmother
November 28th, 2007 at 6:46 am
Grinning over here.
November 28th, 2007 at 7:16 am
Maddy, when I’m old and if you’re planning on following that plan, let’s hang out. Sounds good to me–and I do believe I should commence practice as well! Like your place overe here!
November 28th, 2007 at 7:17 am
*over–sorry I hate misspelled words, can’t leave it!
November 28th, 2007 at 7:22 am
You know you’re getting old when the lingo annoys you. My Bad?? What the hell does that mean? It’s gramatically meaningless and I’ll shut up now before I go on a grammar whore rant.
November 28th, 2007 at 7:23 am
Love the video! LOL
Rosie is like a sponge. She soaks words up, and then uses them later. Often inappropriately. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes, not so funny. Like the time she suggested we have her dad neutered so he wouldn’t be grumpy in the morning. ;o)
November 28th, 2007 at 8:56 am
when i’m an old woman, i’m wearing purple too, it’s cool
November 28th, 2007 at 9:18 am
November 28th, 2007 at 9:24 am
love the poem. like ange…my kids come up with the weird un-socially hip exclamations..
“ohhh…fiddle the fudge”
November 28th, 2007 at 12:35 pm
Being socially aware, yay! Knowing how and when to show it, even better.
November 28th, 2007 at 1:20 pm
*grinning because I knew the phrase “my bad”*
November 28th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
The conversation was great, so was the video and I loved the poem.
tc
November 28th, 2007 at 2:44 pm
I’ve never been fond of that saying either. Its rampant however..so we deal with it.
November 28th, 2007 at 3:40 pm
hhmmm, my boys have never used that term! You’ve got me thinking now of what they DO say! lol
November 28th, 2007 at 3:42 pm
I did a post a while back about the Red Hat Ladies (called, “Do You Like My Hat …) -I loved this. See ya.
November 28th, 2007 at 6:26 pm
I love that poem. I already wear purple and am planning what to do with my long hair when it turns really grey. A big plait probably.
Also I prefer oopsie or whoops or whoops-a-daisy. Call me Gladys.
November 28th, 2007 at 7:10 pm
First, love your photo. Is that you beautiful lady? I so want it to be so I have a face for you, even if with shades.
The terminology, it sometimes gets to me, and I simply have to pick and choose my greatest dislikes for battling against.
November 28th, 2007 at 7:10 pm
First, love your photo. Is that you beautiful lady? I so want it to be so I have a face for you, even if with shades.
The terminology, it sometimes gets to me, and I simply have to pick and choose my greatest dislikes for battles.
November 28th, 2007 at 7:11 pm
First, love your photo. Is that you beautiful lady? I so want it to be so I have a face for you, even if with shades.
The terminology, it sometimes gets to me, and I simply have to pick and choose my greatest dislikes for battles.
Love the poem. I’m identifying more and more.
November 28th, 2007 at 8:07 pm
Look at those huge pumpkins! Holy man!
I think I used to say “my bad” back when I was in high school. Too funny. Oh, and I think it is kinda cute when boys wear their hats backwards.
November 28th, 2007 at 8:09 pm
I’m with melody. also, you should be pleased even if the term sounds sort of, well, i don’t know…like one a mother would prefer her son didn’t say? hee hee.
November 28th, 2007 at 9:20 pm
Thanks for stopping by my blog and commenting! I read several entries on your blog and they were very fun to read! My son used “my bad” for the longest time, he is finally starting to ‘outgrow’ it, I hope
November 28th, 2007 at 9:47 pm
Yes I love that poem too.
“My bad” is something my kids started saying a few months ago. Trust me – it sounds even weirder coming out of Australian mouths.
November 28th, 2007 at 10:05 pm
“I grow old, I grow old….I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled”
(I do anyways, because I’m too lazy to hem.)
November 28th, 2007 at 10:11 pm
As long as he’s using “my bad” appropriately – I think I’d be glad! Now if he were saying it to ask for breakfast I might be concerned.
November 29th, 2007 at 7:55 am
I won’t wear purple. Even when I’m old. Unless it’s a shade of plum that looks rather nice on me
Love the video!
December 3rd, 2007 at 7:38 pm
You will never hear me say “my bad”, and I promise never to use it on the blog (unless reiterating a conversation where someone else said it). It’s like nails on a chalkboard to me!