How we corrupt our children

Before I put my four-year-old son to bed tonight, he was singing to himself while playing on the computer. What can I say? His mom is very musical, and even sang with the Milwaukee Symphony Chorus, so it's only natural that my children will enjoy singing, too. And then I recognized the song:

You've gotta be
Cruel to be kind in the right measure,
Cruel to be kind it's a very good sign,
Cruel to be kind means that I love you,
Baby, you've gotta be cruel to be kind.

Could be worse. Could've been "Good Girls Don't." Sadly, there's no way I can pin this on his mom.