After I picked Swee'pea up at daycare today, we went to the grocery store to pick up a few necessities. "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails came on, and I realized it might have been close to a decade since the last time I heard it. I own the cd, but "Closer" was really always a club song for me. Anyways, I cranked it and sang along, badly and loudly (except for the f-word, since Swee'pea was in the backseat). I did wonder if this would be another scary cookie monster song for him, but hoped for the best.
"Help me," goes the song at one point. "Help me. Help me get away from myself."
We parked and I just sat there, waiting for the song to end.
"Help me," called Swee'pea from the backseat.
"What do you want help with?" I asked, not catching on to the echo.
"Help me get out of the car."
Walking across the parking lot, I found myself still singing the chorus: "Help me."
Swee'pea said, "I like that song!" He giggled then sang, "Help me!"