It's funny because after that moment in the car I started talking to him about music, and while he knew the words to Dar Williams and Lenny Kravitz, he didn't know some of the basic nursery songs. My friend Lauren always had kid music blasting from her car and I was so disappointed because she herself had some great musical stylings, but her mother-self had taken over the car radio. When I realized F couldn't sing the words to "Pop goes the Weasel", I wondered who had it right. I went out and bought a few kid cds at the Dollar store and for a year or two we went overboard on the children's cds.
I am happy to report after this afternoon, I think we have come full circle. We can bust a seatbelted move to "Alphabet of Nations" just as quick as we are to belt out some Jack Johnson lyrics. We have found musical harmony, so to speak.