"The music in your car is really bad."
That's what the then nearly three year old said from her backseat peanut gallery. This former DJ's heart sank.
I mean, the way it was supposed to go is that we, her parents, would sufficiently indoctrinate her impressionable little brain with our favorite music and she would rock out to the same stuff we did. We didn't need any kid music that would make us want to jump out of the car.
Again, I'm reminded that I'm not the boss and this is just the music edition.
Now granted, she did take more to Hank's selections and even had frequent requests in his car. And I can even understand that maybe my indie music is just not as catchy and fast and as danceable as she would like, but c'mon!
Thankfully, a band that Hank and I both liked before we even knew each other existed found a niche in some really fun and educational kid music that parents dig...a lot. Welcome They Might Be Giants to our musical queue. She likes, we like them. We jumped at the chance to attend their Family Show so last night we got to attend our first indoor concert together. Fun, fun, fun.
Curiously, after The Boss turned three, a most agreeable age so far, she even started saying "we can listen to your song after my song" when we're in the car together. Awww, thanks, love.
Now I just have to work on NPR. The last time I had that on she uttered "I don't like these words." She's actually wise beyond her years as the news really isn't all that.