Friday, March 10, 2006
Is Fergie the next Mother Goose?
If you've ever thought you were totally messing this mom thing up, believe me you are not. I, on the other hand, am. I may drive a minivan, but inside I've got Black Eyed Peas pumping so loudly the speakers are about to burst. I can't stand the Wiggles playing in my CD player for more than two songs and can't stand Barney songs. I let my children hear what I want to hear, anything from rap, rock, bhangra, to desi pop. Today, we were sitting at home getting bored and I said to my son, "Let's sing a song, how about Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?" and he's like, "No, I want to sing My Humps and My Bumps." I tried to downplay the comment and said, "No, how about a nursery rhyme like Row Row Your Boat or Mary Had A Little Lamb?" but my son was adamant about My Humps and My Bumps. He said it was his favorite song and it is also the favorite song of his two BFF's (who are also 4 years old). So I just gave up and rolled my eyes in exasperation while he started singing "Whatcha gonna do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk!" I totally get an F in parenting today. I guess I'm going to have to find that Wiggles CD because that's all were going to listen to from now on.