Let me explain.
The policy on the unit is that the Clinical Assistant (C/A) must be within an arm’s length of their assigned patient at all times. This means that our visits with Conor always have a C/A within earshot.
Last week, for example, I found myself in a discussion with two Clinical Assistants about how much hair braiding costs versus relaxers versus dreadlocks. And I’m the whitest girl on the planet, so you can imagine how out of my depth I was. (I cannot believe how much these ladies pay to get their hair done. Wow, and I thought I paid a lot.)
Long story short, you get to know the Clinical Assistants pretty well. And you tend to make conversation with each other, trying to involve Conor to get him to chat.
Yesterday, the C/A asked Conor to tell her the name of his favorite Black Eyed Peas song. They know he listens to his iTouch all the time.
And in a booming voice, in front of my husband, Conor declares… “My Humps.”
For those of you who do not listen to the Black Eyed Peas, “My Humps” is dedicated to, well, lovely lady lumps. Don’t make me spell it out for you. We’re all adults here.
Amidst much raucous laughter, my husband immediately threw me under the bus, declaring that there is no way HE listens to the Black Eyed Peas, he is NOT that cool, and it is Conor’s MOTHER that is encouraging him to listen to this rap/dance music.
Well, yes, I listen to the six-time Grammy award-winning Black Eyed Peas. I have a few of their albums. And “My Humps” won them a Grammy for Best Pop Performance by a Duo or Group in 2007. (I am SO sticking my tongue out at my husband right now.)
So, Conor listens to Grammy-award-winning music, oh yes, he does. He does not, however, get to watch the video. But you can… it’s a catchy little ditty.