Classic Rock

We have a room downstairs with the toys and games and Foosball. The kids play there a lot. Particularly on rainy days. Including our 3, there were 8 kids here for Seder. They couldn’t wait to hit the playroom – before the dinner and again, afterward. Yesterday, I went down to take a peak. What a disaster! A couple items of note:

• Soapy water in the bathroom sink – filled with naked action heroes.
• Four pairs of little boy Gap underwear scattered around the room. Your guess is as good as mine.
• A tip jar (with a note asking for tips). What is that about?
• Pieces of Playmobil everywhere.
• Rubber & plastic bugs scattered strategically to freak me out. (but I didn’t fall for it)

But the most interesting to me… 50 or so of my favorite music CDs. Including Steve Miller in the CD player. I am really happy that my kids like my music. (though asking to borrow them would be really appreciated next time, guys!) It saves hours of arguing in the car over what to put on the radio. And it means that I can hook up my iPod and they’ll be happy. Yeah. And the fact that Reed can identify the Grateful Dead, Rolling Stones, Skynyrd, Led Zeppelin, Bruce Springsteen, and even John Mellencamp — well, that just plain makes me proud.

Admittedly, there are some problems with this course of events. For instance, consider Steve Miller’s Joker. “Mom, what is a midnight toker?” Or how about some Eric Clapton songs? And really, if you think about it, there are inappropriate messages in lots of the songs. Do they understand them yet? I don’t think so really. The messages in much of the “new” music are a lot more direct – and leave little room for interpretation.

So for now, it’s fine. I hope the questions keep coming. I can handle it. I’d rather have the questions and give the answers than have the questions answered on the playground. And I can tell you from experience that those answers are a far cry from what I’d want them to hear!