It was bound to happen...

Until this point, I've been pretty cool with Janey's musical taste. I can listen to what she likes fairly happily, which is lucky, as she plays her favorite songs for hours on end on the iPod base. She has her own playlist, of about 25 songs, and she knows how to pick what song she wants, and even how to put the setting on replay, so the same song plays over and over. I'm not even sure how to do that. She picks the songs she likes by hearing them in the car from my big list---I have about 2000 songs on my iPod. When she likes a song, she picks the main line and repeats it right as the song finishes---"Don't it make my brown eyes!"---and I play it again. If she wants something 4 or so times in a row, I add it to her list. I love the system. Until now...

Yes, it's my own fault. WHY did I think the kitsch factor of getting that Brady Bunch Have a Sunshine Day CD for a dollar at the thrift store, and adding it to my list, was a good idea? The songs didn't come up much---no individual song does. But yesterday, it played. Yes, "Time to Change", the immortal song from the episode where Peter's voice is changing. Here's a video of it, if you've never had the pleasure... Time To Change. Janey was electrified. The second it was over, she screamed out "TIME TO CHANGE!" And it continued, 6 lovely more times before we mercifully reached home.

And of course, I could have been selfish and not added it to her list. But in my determination to let her live as normal a life as possible, I put it on. Kids like music their parents don't. It's part of life. I've listened to more Black Sabbath in my life than any middle-aged woman should, thanks to William's fandom. And so, Janey deserves her one taste.

As I write this, the music plays on. It burns, oh how it burns. But Janey loves it, and I love it that she loves it, even if I don't.