So last week I decided to introduce him to the Beatles. Our favorite performer in the DC area, Mr. Skip, included Yellow Submarine and Octopus' Garden in his repertoire, so I figured that at least E would have heard some of the songs and maybe I could convince him the Beatles were really just a cool new kid's band. Way cooler than the freaking Fresh Beat Band (jabbing forks in my ears just thinking about that overly-cheery, beat-boxing foursome).
So I whipped out my Beatles CDs (The Red Albums and The Blue Album--the greatest hit compilations that came out in the 90's) and put them in the car. When Ethan asked, for the eleventy billionth time, for the Imagination Movers, I popped in The Beatles and let the super-cool musical education ensue.
Know what? Turns out the Beatles sing about a LOT of stuff you really don't want a three year old hearing about. While Ethan is currently fascinated by "Penny Lane", "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" and "Hey, Jude" because he believes the Beatles are singing about his friends Penny and Lucy, and his Grandma Judy, I am a bit more distracted by little things like, "Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye."
Um. Really, John? Ew. That's not *really* 3 year-old friendly, know what I'm saying? I'm not sure it's even 37 year-old friendly, as it makes me kind of want to throw up. BUT, Ethan's not picked up on the Pornographic priestess who's been a naughty girl for letting her knickers down. He just likes that Lucy is in the sky with diamonds.
So I'm just going to go on listening to the Beatles (Ethan refuses to listen to the poppy earlier songs--he wants the subversive Walrus stuff) and when Ethan asks what the Beatles are singing about when "I am the Walrus" is on, I'm just going to tell him they're singing about a trip to the zoo.
And besides, I don't care who you are, hearing a 3 year old sing "If you go carrying picture of Chairman Mao, you're not going to make it with anyone anyhow," is funny stuff.