So one time we had an outdoor gig for the local farmers' market, and Kris sang A Chat With Your Mother (the song everyone but the Berrymans who wrote it, and us, insist on calling "The F-word song.")

A lady came up aftewords and said she didn't think such a thing should be sung with children present.

Kris said, "But, it has no dirty words at all. That's part of the point of the song!"

The lady said, yes, but what if my son should ask what the "F word" is. What will I tell him?

Kris asked if the son was in school yet. The lady said he was in kindergarten.

Kris (who has been a public school teacher most of her adult life) said: "He knows. Trust me, he knows."

Another time, at the same farmers' market, our friend Dick McCormack sang his own Little Boxes Re-Visited. Sure enough, someone came up and claimed it was disrespectful of craftspeople.

If we continue with this obsession about never offending anyone (except maybe blondes and lawyers), humor will die out. Fortunately, I'll die out along about the same time.

Peter.