Sing! Choirs of Angels

We had a sing-song in the car on the way to school today as we often do. The format this morning was everybody doing an individual turn rather than the mass choral effort that we only manage when everybody is in extremely good spirits. We had a couple of numbers from the school Christmas play, (of which we parents are expecting great things as the children have done little else but rehearse it since half term) we had the slightly tiresome old favourite The Wheels on the Bus and then it was my seven year-old daughter’s turn. She chose to perform a verse from Nickelback’s Rockstar.
“Well we all just wanna be big rock stars,” she started strongly.
“And live in hilltop houses drivin’ fifteen cars,” (Well you have a hillside house and three cars darling, I thought to myself, knowing that it would only have been something to say out loud had we been alone.)
“The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap,” I gripped the steering wheel.
“We’ll all stay skinny cause we just won’t eat.”
I try not to let my mouth fall open or to make value judgement faces but I failed on this occasion. My ten year-old son, who was sitting next to me noticed my expression. He chuckled conspiratorially. He enjoys his privileged position in the front of the car.
I wouldn’t say anything about houses and cars in public but should I allow casual references to cheap drugs and extreme dieting from a seven year-old? At eight thirty in the morning? With an impressionable six year-old girl in the car next to her?
My son shook his golden head.
“I know Mummy.”
He gave me a sympathetic look.
“She sounds like a total lezzer singing about girls coming easy.”