Over the last few weeks, Caroline has been introduced to some of the classics. The Little Rebel was on TCM one afternoon and she saw Shirley Temple for the first time. She has become a tap dancing fool. I went and bought three more Shirley Temple movies and anytime the T.V. is on she wants to see Shirley.
But the timeless classic that she has fallen in love with in the last few days is Neil Diamond. We have listened to Sweet Caroline and Forever in Blue Jeans over and over and over again. I am a proud, proud mama.
So between Shirley Temple and Neil Diamond, she may grow up wanting to wear really bad sequined clothing with a scarf and gold chains around her neck, curls in her hair and tap shoes on her feet.
P. has always said that if anyone stole my collection of cds (and really I use the term “collection” loosely) they would return it because it is so bad that no resale store would want my music. I can’t say I completely disagree with him. I’m betting the market for used Carpenters, Dan Fogelberg, James Taylor, Carole King, Aretha Franklin and Carly Simon is pretty small. But at least I take heart in knowing I am raising our child to share my exquisite taste in music.