Surcie has inspired me to talk about what the heck our kids are subjected to on the radio lately. I personally think it’s quite precious that Laylee (Little-C) says “Bob Marley is my favorite mutsic.” I especially like it when she quotes him in casual dinner conversation.
“Mommy, stand up for your rights.”
“Okay, I will.”
More seriously now, “Don’t give up the fight.”
She’s not quite old enough to ask about drug use or civil unrest and uprising. We’ll have to grow into that one.
She is REALLY good at picking up on lyrics and lately she’s started singing along with Lenny Kravitz, Raffi, John Mayer and Green Day, anybody that comes on the radio and asking me what they’re talking about.
As much as I love the Kravitz, I don’t want my kid singing or saying the F-bomb.
Raffi is excellent. “Robin in the rain, what a saucy fellow.”
“Mom, what is saucy?” I’m totally on it.
We love the John but I don’t think “Your Body is a Wonderland” is something I want to explain.
Green Day? I’ve listened to them on the radio since junior high but I pretty much want to steer clear.
“What did he just say?”
“Oh, they bleeped that word out. That’s why it sounded funny”
“Let’s listen to Raffi again.”
Lately we’ve been listening mostly to church primary songs in the car. She begs for the Apricot Corn Song — Popcorn Popping on the Apricot Tree. I was a bit confused when she asked me to please do the “Asians” while we were listening to it this week. (Mother as mind-reader strikes again — she wanted the Actions!)