I haven't always been the best about watching what I say around toddlers, and and I have a feeling karma is going to bite me in the ass sometime soon. See, I'm not a great lover of children's music, but I'm going to be the one taking Chipmunk to daycare this fall, so I'm trying to come up with a playlist for the drive that won't drive me nuts (no Raffi!) but also won't result in awkward conversations and interesting vocabulary choices when she starts talking.
I may be worrying prematurely, but it's what I do.
Anyway, I've been previewing the playlist and knocking things off as they come up. At this rate, it's going to be a pretty short playlist. Pretty much all the punk is out, even the cute punk, because they have a tendency to use the word "fucking" like it's punctuation. So do I, for that matter, but I'm working on it. "Blame Canada" is so, so out. And that Lyle Lovett song with the line "I want to impress her, cause I'd like to undress her" is definitely out. Same with most of the Johnny Cash. I don't want to have to explain death to her for at least a couple of years.
I'm considering switching to jazz.