And In That Neighborhood, It Was Saying Something

Yesterday our family drove down into Maryland for the annual "Dollar Days" celebration at the Baltimore Aquarium. Admission was only $1 per person, but while we knew the crowds would be unbelievable (and we were right; if you didn't have your ticket by 11am, you weren't getting in that day), we decided it would be worth it for the kids to see their cousins, who were meeting us there. Oh, and to get a little edumacation, you know, given all that home schooling shtuff.

Apparently Google Maps believes the best way for anyone unfamiliar with a city to reach any destination within that city is directly through the ghetto, you know, just to provide an all-encompassing experience. In an effort to spend as little time as possible in the area, BuddhaWife and I had tuned out what the kids were doing in the backseat, although fortunately they seemed to have found something to entertain each other.

Somehow or other, they had taken to repeatedly popping their knuckles while rapping "crack! back to reality!" to the tune - or rap - of Eminem's "Lose Yourself."* I know, but remember, they are ten and eleven. Anyway, you'd think this was the funniest thing they'd ever thought to do.

At one point our son, wanting to share his latest knee-slapper comeback to another knuckle cracking rapp lyric, laughed in anticipation to his sister, "ok, do that again!"

She, unable to produce another knuckle pop, replied "Sorry, I'm all outta crack."

*Forunately one of the very few Eminem song lyrics they know.