You're Ruining my Life!

Those are the words Little C uttered to me on the way to school today.The good news is, now we know I'm officially succeeding as a mother! There is almost no greater joy. I'm so relieved! Like, for real.
Here's the tragic tale of his teenage life:
(back story - whenever it's time to pray in this household, which is often, I like to flow a little M.C. Hammer, "We got to pray just to make it today" except those are the only lyrics of the song I know... but I was eight when it was released so I feel validated... anyway....) This morning I drove Little C to school, and asked him if he'd said his prayer for the day, he answered no. So, you've guessed it, M.C. Hammer rap came out.  Well, he was bugged, didn't want to pray, but finally rolled his eyes and obliged, saying a quick prayer in his head. Meanwhile I pulled up M.C. Hammer's "Pray" song on YouTube, plugged our vintage cassette adapter (you better believe it!) into my phone and let the music fly. All while doing a pretty incredible mom hip hop dance. We worked together, each taking a turn turning up and down the volume. Until he proclaimed, "You're ruining my life!" To which I responded while pulling up to the front of the school (with a little help from M.C. Hammer's "Can't Touch This") -
"Yo sound the bells
school is in sucker
You can't touch this"
And I thought it was super funny and creative but now I'm having regrets. What if his life is over? What if he has zero successes and I'm the one to blame? All because of my love for the finer things of the nineties.

But, rest assured, he'll be fine. And how do I know? Because he kept trying to hide his embarrassed smile during my masterful performance and still told me he loved me twice before getting out of the car. Man, he's a keeper and I love him mucho gusto! You're cool bud!