On the ride to school today, my daughter informed me that she didn’t like the song we were listening to.
“It’s one of those fast songs. I don’t like fast songs; I only like slow songs.”
What was the song? Only one of the best songs ever recorded: Ballroom Blitz (…It was like lightning Everybody was frightening And the music was soothing And they all started grooving).
She went on to tell me that she not only likes slow songs, but the music daddy listens to. I took that to mean country and bluegrass. I don’t know what to do.
How did I raise a daughter who would rather listen to than Daddy’s Hands than Red Hot Chili Peppers.
November 29, 2009 at 9:02 pm |
it’s ok, Amy. She’s only 5! Before you know it she’ll be in her rebellious years and you’ll WANT her to listen to some soothing country music.