This morning I was sitting at the kitchen table with my younger son, G, talking about music. I was telling him all about Beyonce, and how I used to discount her, but I think she provides some great music for running: upbeat, fast tempo, etc. G really likes music--especially pop music--but he has a limited field of reference, being four years old. Here is how the rest of the conversation went.
G: "Do you like Hannah Montana?" (I know he's assuming that because I'm a girl, I must like Hannah Montana.)
Me: "I don't know any Hannah Montana songs, G. And she wasn't around when I was a kid, so I never really got into her. You might like her though."
G: "I DO NOT like Hannah Montana!" (SOB! SOB! SOB!)
Me: "Okay, okay, calm down. I just thought you might because you like pop music."
G: (trying to catch his breath) "I do NOT like pop music. I like Daddy's music."
Me: "That's nice, G. You should tell Daddy."
G runs into our bedroom and wakes R up to tell him how much he likes his music. I should mention that R is currently taking beginning guitar lessons, and right now he can play Greensleeves and House of the Rising Sun (sort of). I'm sure he appreciated the compliment, even if he didn't appreciate being woken up.
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Hilarious. Since Randy and I are taking lessons from the same guitar teacher, perhaps we can learn a Beyonce duet and bridge the gap for G between your music and Daddy's music. :)
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