The Circus is developing her own musical tastes. Thank God because there’s only so much of the Frozen soundtrack one mama can take.
She watched a Shrek mini-movie of sorts on Netflix which included a round of karaoke with all the characters at the end. It was during this time that the Circus discovered What I Like About You. After the movie was over, she begged to listen to What I Like About You again.
I had never felt more like a rockstar parent. #winning
My child was developing musical tastes outside of Disney movies and while What I Like About You wasn’t necessarily what I would have chosen as her first favorite song (I was hoping for Summer of ’69 by Bryan Adams because I sung it to her all the time while she was renting out space in the womb), it would certainly do. Forget the fact that I gave her a beer label for a band-aid once and told her to quit dancing on the table like a stripper, my saving grace as a parent would be that I would instill a love of good music in her.
After I gave myself a virtual fist bump and reveled in my parenting win, I suggested we make her a mix cd of her own. She thought this was a fabulous idea. She asked for it to also include Shut Up and Dance With Me and Little Red Wagon – two more of her favorite songs and two more that I highly approve of. We were at a total of three songs and having come of age during the height of Napster, I could not create a mix cd with a mere three songs on it. That would be wasting far too much valuable space on a blank cd and essentially considered a sin in my book – you gotta max that shit out. Therefore, I took the liberty of including other songs I thought
she should know she might like on her cd.
I wrote her initials on her cd which she thought was cool and the next morning on the way to preschool, she was very eager to listen to it. We started on the first song, but she insisted on skipping ahead to What I Like About You. I complied.
The song started. I started jamming and bobbing my head and singing along with the first “Hey” in the song. It was at that point that the Circus raised her voice from the backseat and sternly said to me, “Stop singing, mama. This song is only for little girls and boys. I will sing it. You just drive.”
Apparently, I’m raising a gal with good musical tastes and a smart mouth.
She should do well in life.