Cali Gurlz

So, I picked up Bug from school the other day, and the way home, she was singing this song:

California girls

We're unforgettable

Daisy Dukes

Bikinis on top

Sun-kissed skin

So hot

Will melt your popsicle

Oh Oh Oh Oh Oooooh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oooooooh

Dude, she’s 5. I know the song (who doesn’t?) but we usually listen to the country station in the car.

“Bug, where did you learn that song?” I asked.

“At school. Ashley taught me,” Bug answered.

Hmmmph. I suddenly don’t care much for Ashley.

But really, it’s not Ashley’s fault. Not even her parents’, really. I blame society. Why are we so interested in rushing our children into growing up? These girls are in preschool. What happened to singing “The Wheels on the Bus?” Why aren’t they learning the alphabet and their numbers, instead of Katy Perry songs?

To be fair, Bug has gotten just about everything she can for preschool. She’s been their for three years, she could probably teach the classes herself by now. She used to love it there, but now she cries almost every morning when I drop her off at school. One night I picked her up and asked, “Why do you cry every morning when I drop you off? You know Mommy ALWAYS comes back for you, right? And if I don’t, Daddy does. And if Daddy can’t, Auntie Melissa (my girlfriend) comes. You’ve never had to spend the night at school, right? So, why do you cry?”

Bug gave me some song and dance about not wanting me to leave her.

“But Bug, you HAVE to listen to me. What are we going to do next year when you go to kindergarten? Are you going to cry every day then, too?”

“That’s different,” Bug said primly. “I’m excited to go to kindergarten. Preschool is boring.”

Can’t really argue with that logic.