Children and Culture

Monday is my day off, which really means the day I do more things with the family. One of those things is that I take my oldest daughter to piano lessons.

I like to be able to converse with my children while driving. Yea, I could stick in the Veggie Tales or the Jungle Jam and slip off into a driving stupor while they laugh at the same old jokes.

But this is my day with them. I want them to laugh at my jokes, not the canned humor of some over ripe fruit and his nasal com-padre.

But it is still nice to have ambiance. So I plugged the iTrip into the iPod and tuned the radio to 87.9 to receive Bach’s Violin Concerto in E.

“This is great. Is it Beethoven?”

“Actually, you smarty pants little seven year old sweetie, it’s Bach.”

“Well...sounds like Beethoven.”

“Would you like to listen to this or Beethoven?”

“Beethoven.”

Couple clicks on the iPod and the child is content, not to mentioned cultured. Where would I be without these conversations in the car? We are so much closer because of them.