Eavesdropping

I didn't mean to.
Madge has a playdate over - sleep-over, acually. Very exciting.
I just heard the following conversation.
B: Do you know inappropriate songs?
M: No, what are they?
B: They're songs, like, for seventh graders.
M: No.
B: I know one.

Now the ordinary parent might panic about something like this.
I know better.
Because I know that Madge knows plenty of so-called inappropriate songs, but my parenting technique is such that she does not have a concept of what might be appropriate or not.

Maybe if B had said, "Songs that you shouldn't really sing in front of others but are fine at home," maybe Madge would have unloaded some expletives on her. But as it is, she appears blissfully ignorant.

Hee, hee.