Music Madness

Does it make us bad parents that we let our eight- and six-year old children watch American Idol with us? I've decided no - because they both mention not liking it when the girls wear immodest clothing ("That girl's shirt is not good at all. It only has one sleeve!") Plus, we've been watching it together for a few weeks, and I've heard the judges use some words we, um, don't use in our family, but they haven't asked about them. Which is probably good, but I just realized could be bad because maybe that means they already know what they mean! Like their father, they L-O-V-E music. They watch intently, then hand me a hand-written list of the phone numbers I'm supposed to call so I can vote for their favorites as they head off to bed.

We have raised a family of audiophiles, to be sure. The funny thing is, our kids know their tastes. Braden's favorite song is Enter Sandman by Metallica. Cassidy likes Maroon 5. Rebecca is only three, but she has a top ten list that she requests by name whenever Nathan hooks his ipod up to the car stereo. Seriously. She like The Killers (Human), Pink (So What), The Rolling Stones (Paint it Black), Rihanna (Umbrella), Beyonce (Single Ladies, which she calls "The Sing-a Ladies"), Red Jumpsuit Apparatus (Face Down), Michael Jackson, even some instrumental stuff like Rodrigo y Gabriela (Diablo Rojo) or Eric Johnson (Cliffs of Dover.) Allowing for her youthful indiscretions - we all know Umbrella isn't a lasting classic - I won't deny the girl's got taste!