Last night, our ride home from the mall was hilarious.
The radio was playing some current hip hop/pop song...and we were singing along...here is where the hilarity ensued.
Song: Shorty (*I am certain I am not spelling this right...but whatev.) got Low Low Low Low Low Low (and a bunch more Lows)
Me: Who IS this SHORTY that everyone is singing about?
Big: I think it is the new slang for 'home skillet' or girlfriend.
Me: Home skillet?
Big: Mom. You know..."my home skillet"
Me: (pretending I have no idea) No baby, I don't know your HOME skillet.
Big: You need to get hip, fo shiz. (I am pretty sure fo shiz is no longer cool, but I don't want to split hairs with him...)
Me: Baby...if you keep talking like that, you will find yourself in Catholic school faster than you can say 'fo shizzle my nizzle'
Big: *groan...mom...we are not CATHOLIC.
Me: We'll we're NOT ghetto, either.
Big: We're more ghetto than we are Catholic.
He has a point.