Yesterday, my little girl was sitting with me on the couch. In the other room, her father was talking about Elvis*. Without even acknowledging she was listening to his conversation, she tells me matter of factly, “Elvis is the king.” Awww.
Okay, I accept one of us probably said that to her, but I can’t think of a single conversation in the past two months where we’ve discussed Elvis Presley. I guess her little friends at daycare could be sharing bits of information on various rock icons, but I doubt it. Other parents might squeel with pride when their kids memorize the first 10 digits of Pi, but at The House of Tot Rock, this’ll do just fine.
*Actually Tot Rock Dad was explaining to the other child why the new piggy bank, Pelvis, was wearing sunglasses and had huge furry mutton chop sideburns.