The first thing Brianna asks for when she gets home from school is food. “I’m hungry Mommy.” The second thing is “Can we listen to the girlfriend song?” The girlfriend song is the Pussycat Dolls “Don’t Cha”. Apparently, the album is one her teacher plays in the classroom at the daycare so the kids can freezedance, and now she knows that I have it on my iPod.
I have mixed feelings about my four-and-a-half-year-old dancing around singing “Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don’t cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?” It seems a tad inappropriate, yet I don’t want to be a prude either. Pop culture is what it is. And as cute and amusing as it was the first time we saw her singing, it’s also reminiscent of Jon Benet looking far too sexy for her age.
But Brianna loves singing and dancing along with the album and I’m loathe to squash any appreciation for music shown by my child. What to do? Probably nothing—I’ll let her listen to the album and not make a big deal out it. It’s not bad for pop music and I’m secretly proud that my kid chose a nice funky R&B album to glom onto.
Okay, now she wants to go play Lego Star Wars on the PS2. With me.
My kid is pretty damn cool. :^)