Standing outside preschool today I (somehow) got into a conversation about music.
Yeah, go figure.
So the Other Mom was all "oh, I get to listen to music I like now." And I was, of course, all "What the fuck you talkin' about?" But only without the fuck because we live in Kansas.
And she was all "oh, don't you get tired of listening to kiddie music?"
And I just stood there and blinked erratically and tilted my head to the side like she was speaking Plutoanean.
"Um... we don't listen to 'kiddie music.'"
"Oh, sure you do. Lori Berkner."
"Oh, you don't know who she is?"
"Oh, I know who she is. She's great when my kids are sick and they watch her video in between Little Bill and Dora. But no, we don't have any of her CDs."
"Oh, so you listen to the Disney channel?"
"Um, no. We listen to The Buzz [the local alternative station]."
And, of course, now she's the one blinking erratically.
So what if my kids like alternative rock? Griffin's really into Kings of Leon right now, Darwin loves The Ting Tings.
That's not bad parenting. Bad parenting is listening to music you don't like and that's not instilling a love of music to your kids. If you can't stand what you're listening to with your kids, what's the point? How is that teaching your children an appreciate of something - not just music, but art, design, fashion - or anything for that matter?
Don't people talk about such things? Surely I'm not the only freakish mother on this earth that talks about music and listens to music a lot - and I ask my kids their opinion.
And guess what! THEY HAVE OPINIONS. Opinions about all sorts of stuff, like Griffin DOES NOT like abstract art. Not at all. He thinks people got lazy and threw some paint on the canvas. And he's entitled to his opinion. And I love that my kids have opinions.
And I really appreciate the fact that my boys ask for the Jonas Brothers be to turned off and Deathcab for Cutie to be turned on.
So, of course, after I mentioned the alternative rock station she was all "Okay! Bye!" which really shouldn't be all that surprising. But I can't help but wonder, does she even know what she enjoys?