Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Beez In The Trap (Clutching My Pearls)

(Welcome guest blogger, Clarissa DeLavallade. Read: "Lift Up Your Long Dress.")

My husband, Clarence, and I had welcomed our four darling children home from their summer vacation at my sister's, Lorraine, home in Baltimore, Maryland. All, under the age of nine, had songs that they had learned and adventures they had shared while spending two-weeks with their favorite aunt. Weeks later, Clarence, the children and I attended church service. We all had a spirit-filled time of singing along with the choir accompanied by drums, the piano, tambourines, and a large multi-pipe organ. The fiery sermon delivered by the pastor gave us all something to think about. Well, I'm not sure that the kids were paying that much attention to the sermon (they really should have been).

After the pastor had delivered the benediction, all of our children wanted their chance to perform on the drums, piano and behind the microphone on the massive rostrum. C.R. our eldest and only son banged his heart out on the drums. Marley, our second oldest daughter, pecked a few notes on the piano. Cynthia, our third oldest, took her place behind the microphone. Our youngest daughter, Madolyn, was wrapped in the arms of Clarence listening to the cacophony.

Suddenly, Cynthia cleared her throat and began rapping,"Beez In The Trap" by Nicki Minaj!! It was definitely a moment. The remaining church members that were still mingling after the service were shouting, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" while poor little Cynthia was standing behind the microphone looking all innocent. They must have known what Cynthia was rapping. C.R. released a devilish smile behind the drums as he listened to his sister make her rap debut. Clutching my pearls and with my jaw near my chest, Clarence mentioned that Cynthia had been rapping that sound for a few weeks. Actually, Clarence and I didn't know what Cynthia was rapping until one of the nearby teenagers told us the name of the song and the artist. Finally, I gathered my composure and snatched the children from the rostrum - one by one. Then, I had an important question for Cynthia.
"Where did you learn that song?"
She replied with an innocent expression, "At Aunt Lorraine's house."
Flabbergasted, I immediately called Lorraine and asked, "What are you teaching my kids?" I then gave her a humorous recap of Cynthia's performance.
Lorraine replied with a robust laugh, "That was supposed to be a secret. I told them not to sing that song around you and Clarence. Now, I have to go to the post office and see if I can stop their gifts from being delivered. They got me in trouble! And to top it all off - Cynthia sung it in church with C.R. on drums and Marley on keyboard!"
Clarence studied the four-year-old Madolyn, still in wrapped in his arms, for a few moments. He asked, "What song did you learn at Aunt Lorraine's house?"
Instantly, Madolyn began singing, "Who Let The Dogs Out! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!"

Clarissa DeLavallade

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