My son. He loves music. He actually has a pretty good ear for it too. I'll admit, his music is filtered through me and Ash who listen to what we like, and from there he usually chooses his favorite songs from the ones we play. Like, his ultimate favs in my car are Weezer and Ludo, while his favs when he's in Ashley's car are Lady Gaga and Beyonce's "Put A Ring On It" which he's also biased to due to the song's cameo in the Chipmunks Squeakwal. Often we have to repeat things to Ewan, three even four times, just to make sure he gets it. Things like: Which side of the car do you always get in on? Which side? Which. Side. WHICH SIDE? to which it eventually dawns on him that maybe he's at the wrong side of the car and needs to walk around to the other side to get in it. If only life were a Broadway play, or maybe an opera, because then things that are said are said to music, that's the only time he seems to listen, or to hear. He can sing songs back to you...easy, he remembers artists, song titles, lyrics, and often asks if he has the lyrics correct or not-or often what the lyrics mean if it's a word he's not familiar with. Sometimes he may get the words wrong even, and if asked I'll correct him, but in this particular case, I'll let him go on singing the wrong words. I don't think it's such a great idea to send my kid to kindergarten with the risk of him telling anyone at school, "Oh hot damn!..." So, sing the wrong words all you want on this song, and I'll rest easy knowing that neither the FCC nor the principal will be knocking on our door.
