In which Queen and the Village People assist me in exploring the generation gap with my children

So, it was a standard Monday morning. Julia was up and eating and chattering away, and Robin was sleeping. Aggressively.

Julia often asks me to look things up on YouTube so she can see the videos for songs she's heard from friends or learned at school. (One advantage of sending them to a semi-Montessori, kid-positive, friendly sort of school: When the English or music teachers need to teach the kids a song, they tend to pick things like the Beatles and Bob Marley.)

This morning, she asked me to look up two songs:



Running commentary as she watched:

It's a funny video. Look, there's an indio, a vaquero, a constructor, and that one...he looks like...I guess he's a rebelde. And that one is like...what's it called? A guy from la guerra. And that one, I don't know what he is. Oh! He's like a policía, because look [at the handcuffs], only he doesn't look like one.

Then she wanted to see this:



Robin was up by this time, and decided she didn't like the black and white leotard. I told her some rock stars like to dress in unusual ways, and naturally had to provide her with a handy example.

"Oh." she said. "My."