I love music. I love concerts. I love windows down, volume up, singing at the top of my lungs car rides. Problem is, my older daughter (almost 5) is really starting to pay attention to what we’re listening to – eek!
I still have this pre-kid memory of a little boy singing loudly at the airport, headphones in ears, to Beautiful Girls by Sean Kingston. Maybe you know it? It goes – “you had me suicidal, suicidal, when you say it’s over. Damn all these beautiful girls . . .” I was APPALLED. I vowed never ever to let my future unborn children listen to inappropriate music. Add that to the list of things I would NEVER EVER do. Oh, sweet, innocent, well-rested, pre-kids Jenn.read more