People should sing whatever songs they want to their kids. Kids understand that the lyrics aren’t necessarily supposed to be taken literally or even applied to them; kids just like the attention and how relaxing it is to listen to the most comforting voices they know sing songs that they love.
My wife sang our kids “You Are My Sunshine” and “Puff the Magic Dragon.” I sang them love songs, break-up songs, songs about death, and everything in between. The only difference in our day-to-day life and personalities is that they are developing great taste in music and that I spent much more time singing to them than I would have had I been bored to tears singing “appropriate” songs.
And moreover, I’m YOUR star? What is this capitalist bullshit, should everyone have their own star now, can’t we just share 1 absurdly massive pile of hydrogen? Damnit, wish I was born in the East. Bunch of loonatics here.
Meanwhile in the East - What te fuck mom… WHO do you say is our frickin’ star…?
People should sing whatever songs they want to their kids. Kids understand that the lyrics aren’t necessarily supposed to be taken literally or even applied to them; kids just like the attention and how relaxing it is to listen to the most comforting voices they know sing songs that they love.
My wife sang our kids “You Are My Sunshine” and “Puff the Magic Dragon.” I sang them love songs, break-up songs, songs about death, and everything in between. The only difference in our day-to-day life and personalities is that they are developing great taste in music and that I spent much more time singing to them than I would have had I been bored to tears singing “appropriate” songs.
Me: you are my sunshine…
My kid: I’m a star?! That makes no sense, what even is your stupid song.
And moreover, I’m YOUR star? What is this capitalist bullshit, should everyone have their own star now, can’t we just share 1 absurdly massive pile of hydrogen? Damnit, wish I was born in the East. Bunch of loonatics here.
Meanwhile in the East - What te fuck mom… WHO do you say is our frickin’ star…?