I think I've told you - I'm not often on very early morning duty. It's usually Papa time. This week, trying to get Papa just a little bit of catch up rest time (which is kind of a joke - I owe this man about 7 years worth of sleep-ins), I found myself in the kitchen earlier than usual. And I went about the morning my way, which is always a bit silly in it's romantic nature, I will admit. The coffee was on and muffins were in the oven. A light segment of NPR's Morning Edition was on. The sun was streaming in through the windows, and I had my favorite vintage apron on. Just as I was pouring orange juice into a pretty little vintage pitcher, Ezra came down the stairs. After putting his granola request in, and rubbing the sleepies from his eyes, he looked up - his face full of puzzlement, "Uh, Mama. What are you listening to?"
"It's the radio, honey, why?"
"Can I change it?" he asked, nose turned up in half bewilderment and half disgust.
And before I could answer, he hopped down off his kitchen stool, went over to the computer, opened iTunes (at which point, I take over the look of half bewilderment and half disgust - where did he learn that?), and promptly opened exactly the song he was going for. Which would be Sure Shot. By the Beastie Boys.
Uh-huh. At 6:15 in the morning. And it was followed by some Led Zepplin, Jon Spencer, Tom Waits, The Clash, and Bob Dylan (electric dylan, I might add). The music was accompanied by running commentary about the entire playlist from my little guy, who has apparently been getting quite a music (and iTunes) education. Heavy on the classic rock. All before 7 am.
I started a little chat about my idea of 'morning music' and made a few suggestions. Gillian Welch? Iron & Wine? Elizabeth Mitchell? How about anything without electric guitar? Something soft? Something 'quiet'? Or, how about, let's skip the early 90's high school flashback music, okay? I was making no sense, and I knew it. I was digging myself a parenting non-answer hole - I was only a step away from, 'just because.'
"But why, Mama, isn't this "morning music?" he asked, not deterred by my arguments.
And of course, I had to admit that I have no idea what I'm talking about. Mornings are not my terrain. Who's to say that a little Beastie Boys with your orange juice isn't the best way to start a day? This little guy thinks so.