Inappropriate music and birthing in the food court

This evening was filled with more stress than I've had in awhile and it didn't come from school or children; it came from the televsion and radio.

We took a taxi to the mall for ice-cream. All 6 of us were jammed into a Toyota Tercel - yes, that would be the smallest car Toyota makes. And yes, that means the baby was not in a car seat. In fact, she never is. They just don't do that here. Although the taxi driver didn't speak a word of English, as is common here, the music he listened to was in perfect English. And the song.....it's an old song by the group Heart. You might know it. The lyrics are something like this "One night of love was all we knew. I'll make love to you if you want me to." You know, the song about 2 perfect strangers shacking up, creating a baby and going there separate ways. LOVELY HUH? And the chorus is the 2nd sentence in the latter quote. It is repeated at least 50 times in the song. OVER and OVER again! UGH!!! And the innocent taxi driver had no idea what was being transported over his speakers. I was trying not to freak out as the radio is blaring this nonsense into my little one's innocent ears. I started engaging them in every type of conversation I could think of like, "What's your favorite letter, number, color, etc..." I think they fell for it and missed the song. I pray this is the case!

Would it have been rude if I leaned forward and clicked the radio off? Probably not a good idea.

Whew....we dodged a bulletin on that one.

Only to get to the food court where there is a television posted up high over virtually every garbage can. It is like this in most restaurants. Hard to protect little eyes when you can't control the televison.

But no worries because it was only National Geographic. How bad can that be? Oh look, it's a baby being formed in a mother's womb. How sweet! Oh look, the baby is getting bigger! Oh look........! AAAAAHHHHHHH! I knew it was coming and I tried desperately, for the 2nd time in less than an hour to divert their attention. Not only did the program show the entire birth and EVERY thing that goes along with it, but it showed the after stuff as well. And then a c-section. I was seriously in a state of ultra-stress. We're sitting there with our food eating and I guess getting up and leaving our fresh meal never crossed my mind. I do NOT want to explain to my 7, 5 and 3 year old where babies come from. When they are at appropriate ages I'm all for it. But I still have to help wipe their hineys and tie their shoes. I did manage to divert their eyes back to me and John and the ongoing soccer game playing on another television set. For once, I was grateful for another television to be playing.

Next time we go out they are going blind-folded and with ear-plugs in. They'll still be able to talk so I think it'll be a fun trip! :)