I can totally appreciate eclectic, hippie music. OK, maybe not totally, but sometimes, I can tolerate it. I recently started taking Music Together classes with Maddie. She likes it, mostly because she gets to jump around and flirt with boys and make eyes at other mommies as though she doesn’t get enough love at home and is looking to get adopted like Annie.
The repertoire of Music Together is really special. First, you have my favorite “The Earth Is Our Mother” chant song, which I refuse to sing without smoking some illegal substances first. So I don’t sing along… But the teacher is strict, so I may have to start. She says it’s important that parents set an example for their children, but it just wouldn’t be a genuine representation. Then there is… you guessed it, Tum Balaika! That’s right! What goes better with he jana ho jana, the earth is our mother she will take care of us than tum balalaika shpil balalala? We practiced at home before going to class, but she never played it. Anti-Semite? Then there are more obscure songs and at the first class, I kept bugging my friend to enlighten me whether the song was a “real” children's song or some intellectual property of Music Together.
The kids get to play with different instruments that they dig out of the bin and I get to pick some for myself, so I can set an example. Generally, I pick the cowbell or the triangle, which I pretend is a cowbell. Cause I gotta have more cowbell. And it never fails to crack me up!
In all seriousness, I feel very lucky to be in a position to take my baby to a music class specifically designed for little brats like her in remote hopes that this will be beneficial to her development and my sanity.
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