I really hate kids music. Singing about farmers, bus wheels and bumblebees gets really old really fast. However, Max loves it when I sing. I have a terrible voice yet enjoy singing. Therefore, I am not going to turn down an opportunity to sing for a happily captive audience. What to sing is starting to become a problem because I just can't pretend to enjoy the "Itsy Bitsy Spider" after the 19th time. So I've started to sing popular songs which makes both of us happy.
The problem? Most songs I know are entirely inappropriate. I realized this when singing a medley of Journey hits; a Max favorite. I'm no Steve Perry but when belting "Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" Max squealed in delight. It was then I realized that maybe a song about "lovin', touchin', squeezin' another" probably isn't a lesson best taught to a 3 month old. So I racked my brain for other options but drew a blank.
Max started protesting over the lack of music and I panicked. Once the squealing gets rolling it's hard to stop him so I just started signing the last song I heard on my iPod.
"They tried to make me go to rehab/I said no no no"
That's right, in a moment of panic, I sang Amy Winehouse to my child...and he LOVED it. I respectfully withdraw my nomination for Mother of the Year.
That got me thinking about our car trips. Most mornings I'm the boring mom in the family sedan listening to public radio. Occasionally especially after a bad day, I like to pretend that I'm actually hip and blare music that doesn't fit the Ford 500 with the Disney family stickers. Pretty soon Max is going to start repeating what he hears. I need to start paying attention to my music selection before he starts telling people how he has 99 problems but a bitch ain't one.
I can see the note from the day care teacher already.