Pondering a bunch of nonsense

I've been thinking recently about language and communication.
Not necessarily in a broad academic sense -- more of a random hey this is kinda weird sense.
For example, I was thinking of the language I use in talking to my children which can only be defined as a normal conversation where I often use fake words in place of real ones. Glim is not a word. I know this. I think almost everyone knows this. Hell, even my kids know this. Yet it is a really weird habit I have of using such a word in a sentence, perhaps one that goes like this: "Would you get me a Pepsi out of the glim?" Stupid? Yes. I probably use the word several times a day when talking to them, though I can't particularly define the actual reason. But I can't help but act a bit silly around my kids, an act which frustrates them both. My daughter is eight. She has already developed the ability to roll her eyes whenever I start rambling nonsense. I have a fear (not really a fear, more of a realization) that I will be one of those parents that's kinda cool to my kids' friends. Naturally, my kids will be utterly embarassed by me. This embarassment should grow exponentially as they age.

I also make my children sing, especially when we are in the truck (ok, Elise. I know it's an SUV. Whatever.), often as loudly as possible. Whether it's due to my own preference to sing along with songs, I'm not sure, but it sure makes an interesting road trip when there are two young children singing beer-drinking songs. Peculiar? A bit. And even a little embarassing at times. A couple of weeks ago my son (he's four) and I were in Wal-hell. He starts singing the chorus to a song. So there we are, walking through aisles of frozen pizzas, ketchup, and corn chips -- all the while, he is singing, and rather loudly "The Lord loves the drinking man . . ." Needless to say, we got some stares. Maybe I should start listening to more age-appropriate music.
Then again, I've listened to my share of Kids Bop and Barney songs.
I should get a little leeway.

I think I need to undergo a psychological evaluation:
For some reason, I've had the recent desire to listen to a lot of old rap. I'm currently listening to "U Can't Touch This" by the great yet bankrupt MC Hammer. I'm beginning to scare myself.

Please help me.