As the father of a toddler, I have had dozens upon dozens of hours of the Wiggles, Sesame Street, and Barney thrown at me. I've listened to it all and encouraged her love of music in the hopes that maybe one day she'll come around and want to listen to what Daddy likes.
It's finally starting to happen. As of this week, my daughter Molly's favorite song is The Water Song. Otherwise known as The Wild Rover from the Pogues' "Red Roses for Me" album. I popped the CD in the car stereo with her one day, started driving around, and as we got to the last song, she wanted to hear it again. And again. And again. And so on. I now can't put her in the car without her wanting to hear The Water Song. I have no idea what it is that made that particular song click with her, but I'm encouraging it wholeheartedly.
It's a small victory for this paternal music geek. The Wiggles may have her heart at the moment, but the Pogues are starting to leave their mark as well. I can only hope that one day in the not-too-distant future, Molly will want me to turn off the "Yummy Yummy" video and ask to listen to "If I Should Fall from Grace with God." At the very least, maybe I've seen the last of the damned Teletubbies.

