a momentary lapse of parenting

I was lazy when I picked up the Wendling from Hebrew school, and didn't take the house rekkid out of the CD player. I was surprised when he didn't complain about it or ask me to take it out; instead, he asked me what the name of the album was and how many songs it had. Score one for the nun, or so I thought until a tune by Jason Hodges came on. Its title, repeated in several samples, is "Fuck Hodges". I soon hit eject.