Chicky's musical education is going along swimmingly. So far I've successfully purged Raffi from our daily routine and in his place replaced him with Johnny Cash (she can identify a Johnny Cash song after just three notes. Impressive.), Eric Clapton (specifically the song "Lay Down Sally" which, admittedly, is not my favorite but beggars can't be choosers), the White Stripes, the Beastie Boys and introduced her with some success to Led Zeppelin, the Beatles, and assorted folk music, both new and old. Among other artists. She asks me who sings every song that comes on the radio and what the name of it is. It's like being back on the radio.
But her latest love? The Ramones.
Or as she calls them, the Wee-mones.
My heart exploded into fifty million little pieces when she requested them the first time after hearing them only once.
"Mama, can we listen to the Wee-mones on your pewputer?" (translation - computer)
"Mama, can we listen to the Wee-mones in your car?"
"Mama, can we puh-leeeze listen to the Wee-mones in the kitchen???"
"Which song, Chicky?"
"I be See-dated!" (translation - "I wanna be Sedated")
I Wanna Be Sedated is her new love and only Baa Baa Black Sheep gets her more pumped up. We have Sedated, Blitzkreig Bop and Do You Wanna Dance in heavy rotation on my iPod.
In other words, my ears are going to bleed if I have to listen to one of those songs EVER AGAIN. But damn it's cute to hear my baby sing "Twenty, twenty, twenty-four hours to go-o-o, I wanna be See-dated!"
Her burgeoning love of all things punk rock coincides nicely with her new attitude - Not quite three going on 16.
On any given day you never know if the adorable little blond girl with the smushable cheeks will show up or the Queen of Angst. Question authority. Don't trust anyone over 30. Parents suck, and all that.
I say yes, she says no. I say black, she says white. I'm ready for her to yell at me through her closed door -that she just slammed in my face - because I ruined her life. Right after she tells me to fuck off and die. Yep, any day now.