Fat-bottom girls beware

My son's fascination with the music stylings of Queen has begun to extend beyond the Bycicle song. Recently he's asked to listen to Fat Bottom Girls on repeat. I'm beginning to see where this musical outreach may backfire.

For example, on a recent outing to Wal-Mart, he spied a fellow shopper who was -- how to say it -- large.

In his loud voice (because "quiet" is not a word he understands) he points to her and says, "Mommy! Look! It's a fat bottom girl!"

I'm pretty sure the lady heard us based on the glare she gave me.

In an effort to squelch some of his enthusiasm, I bent down and whispered in his ear about the appropriateness of discussing bottoms in Wal-Mart.

"But I like her fat bottom," he reasoned. "It's a big one!"

Greaaat...

So instead of discussing it even further, I tried to push cart and all out of her line of sight and as quickly as possible. But as we neared her, the ball of fire looked at her and asked, "Where is your bycicle?"

Oh good God, the look on her face.

Finally I just picked him up and sprinted a few aisles before she could reach out and pinch his little head off.

Note to self: The Wiggles CD might not be that bad afterall.

Mashed bannana, mashed bannana!