On Saturday I took a car full of Ruthie’s friends into the city for a special girly day, and we were rocking out to some Mumford and Sons while en route. Just as we were jamming to Little Lion Man, I suddenly realized what lay ahead in the chorus.
We don’t censor this song at the ZugHaus – we believe if you fuck something up it’s good to own it, confess it, and repent – but since I had other kids in the car I wanted to be sensitive.
Ruthie: “Hey why did you skip that song?”
Me: “It had a word in it that parents may not like their kids to hear.”
Ruthie (to all her friends): “Oh yeah, it has the word fuck in it.”
My apologies to all the moms. I tried. I really did.