Yesterday I couldn’t find my iPhone for a little while. Suddenly, I could hear Coolio’s ‘Gangster’s Paradise’ (remember that song?) playing REALLY loud, somewhere in the house. I ran up to the most obvious place, my daughter’s room, only to find her playing my iPod (on the phone) and clapping and stamping her feet in time with the music.
Can you say ‘inappropriate song choice’? So I switched her to her playlist, which includes Winnie the Pooh and the Wheels on the Bus.
“No!” she exclaimed.
I looked at her, nonplussed.
“Want clapping music”, she continued.
She wanted Coolio back.
So I put on a little Lady Gaga, as a compromise…