My son Liam is three years old. He knows nearly all the lyrics to Rain Is A Good Thing by Luke Bryan and Party With My Friends by Hot Problems. A lesser person might be concerned about the fact that his two favorite songs (both of which he will begin singing at the drop of a hat if the correct words are uttered) are both about drinking alcoholic beverages. Maybe one day he’ll become some sort of party messiah in college, leading the entire campus into a new era of awesome partying. At the very least, he’s probably the kid that will lead every gathering of his friends in raucous “beer caroling” (actual beer optional).
Honestly, I’m okay with this. If he’s half as much fun as an adult as he is now, the world is in for a reckoning.
His older brother, Avery, went through a similar phase, in which he would repeatedly request music that was geared toward adults. He knew many “kid songs” growing up, but always preferred to hear Indie Rock Girl by (the now defunct) TV/TV or anything by Dragonforce.
At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if Adelaide only wants to listen to Nirvana and Pearl Jam.
