a proud parent. again.

I had another 'proud parent' moment this morning as I was giving the kids their breakfast. This one, just like the previous one, is a bit odd and may sound confusing coming from a 'christian' mother...but it made the corners of my mouth turn up and even warranted a phone call to James. As I put Rhys' toast in front of his growling tummy he chirped-up and said that he was in the mood for some music. Thinking that this would be a good opportunity to dust off some of his Cd's and play some headache inducing toddler sing-a-longs, I pulled a "God Rocks" CD off of the shelf and reluctantly asked Rhys if that was what he wanted to listen to. He scrunched-up his face, thought for a minute and said, "NO. I want to listen to Dad's songs. I like Dad's songs." So I happily placed "God Rocks" back on the shelf and pulled out a Tom Waits album and asked if he wanted to listen to this one. He enthusiastically said, "Yes" and began bopping his head around with 'Singapore' playing in the background. I was so happy. SO. HAPPY. I know that I will be cast some glances of disapproval over this proud moment; I should weed-out all things non-Christian (and thus devil-worshipping), I should hook-up some sort of brainwashing Veggie Tales marathon reminiscent of Clockwork Orange, and I should walk around my house forcing the kids to memorize scripture which focuses on the blessings we will receive when we are in the lords favor. I should. But let's get real here people; Jesus would have hung out with Tom Waits and we all know it.