Rainy Day Women # 12 & 35

Because of our odd little family life, my daughters aren’t exposed nearly as much as I’d like, to what I consider to be real music. Or at least, my older ones aren’t –they spend far too much time with their country-loving grandmother. Now, there’s nothing inherently wrong with country, I like a lot of country artists and a fair amount of country music, but sometimes I worry that they think that’s the only music there is.

Little Bit, on the other hand, spends the majority of her time with her babysitters, who are essentially hippies/surrogate grandparents. Their taste in music is much more like mine, which gives me some comfort – at least one of my kids has a more well-balanced musical diet. Still, the kind of music I like can sometimes cause a little of that weird emotion that’s a cross between pride and embarrassment. Take, for instance, this weekend…

This was Little Bit’s “Mommy and Me” weekend. Each girl, for Christmas, got a scrapbook from me, along with a homemade gift certificate. The gift certificate is for a weekend full of just-the-two-of-us time, a trip somewhere “away” to do something that is special just for that child. So Little Bit and I went to San Antonio, went on a boat ride at the Riverwalk, out to dinner, stayed at a hotel, etc. And the next day, we went to the Children’s Museum. They had a lot of different things for her to do, but one of her favorites was the airplane. They had an airplane exhibit, complete with captain’s hats, a cockpit, an aisle that ran between two single-seat rows, the whole setup. And so it was that I was sitting a few feet away from the “plane” as she piloted it, another little girl in the copilot seat, the other girl’s parents in the front seats of the passenger area – as Little Bit began to provide the in-flight entertainment. I’m telling you, you haven’t heard anything until you’ve heard a tiny, high-pitched babygirl voice, doing a pretty good Bob Dylan impression…

Well, they'll stone you when you're trying to be so good
They'll stone you just like they said they would
They'll stone you when you're trying to go home
And they'll stone you when you're there all alone
But I would not feel so all alone

and then, of course, she had to finish at full volume...

Everybody must get stoned

What could I do but laugh? And pray that nobody called CPS on me...