Bonding

As you know, I am moving. Again. My daughter and I have been packing and looking for houses. We are off to look at houses. We stop and grab some timmy ho and off we go. Now I am officially in a good mood, I have my coffee, the sun is shining and we are so-to-speak on a road trip. I decide to play some oldie but goodies on the way to match my hyper-happy can't hold me down attitude. I throw in the Beastie Boys, the old classic License to ill. Now, because of lameass mix tapes I know she is familiar with brass monkey. But, I am going to take this time to expose her to a few tracks I enjoy. I start with my fav No sleep, she is unthrilled. Then it hits me...Fight for your right. Ya, she's gotta be able to relate to some of that. It begins and her interest is peaked as soon as they talk about school. It was so cool. I was telling her how this band was really hot when I was in the fourth grade. I couldn't believe she was actually jamming to the beastie boys, I mean I'm thinking to myself what a bridge for the generation gap. So all is going well until we hit the verse about the porno mag. Then we kinda hit the breaks. I can see the wheels spinning in her head. I truthfully have no idea if she knew what they were talking about. Luckily, I escaped with a near miss. She didn't ask and I didn't offer.