When I was young and silly, I loved the movie Valley Girl.  Who can resist adorable characters, Nicholas Cage at his finest, and teenage angst.  In fact, there was a time I could recite almost all the lines. 

Ok, who am I kidding, I can still do it.  Like I said, I love that movie. 

Plus the music is great.  There wasn't an available soundtrack in the early days, and so I had a bootleg cassette tape I had recorded from someone that I listened to until it literally fell apart. 

Then, a couple years ago, in a bargain bin I found a digitally recorded CD of the soundtrack.  And this week, after Phil gave Grace a new boom box, Grace found the CD in the CD bin and has been playing it.  Unfortunately, her favorite song to date is a classic whose lines are like this "Why are you so weird boy, Johnny are you queer boy?  When I asked for a date, I thought that you were straight, Johnny are you queer?"

I know I should confiscate the CD.  These are not appropriate lyrics for a 1st grader.  But then I think to myself, "Self, she doesn't understand them, what harm can come?  It IS a peppy tune after all." Queer means unusual, right?  And here is what convinced me it really might be alright.  I have listened to that Cassette/CD  a million times, and this morning is the first time that I realized the next song after "Johnny are you Queer" is "Angst in my Pants".  Yes, for 15 years I have thought it was Ants in my Pants, so see?  Even I don't understand it.  And I think I like that song better now.

So here's my question.  Do I really have to choose between quality parenting and my favorite soundtrack?