yesterday, i broke out abbey road and put it on the car CD. after discussing music, particularly the beatles, the other day with BC, she noted how “funny it was that that band liked to sing all her kiddie favorites: “yellow submarine,” “all together now,” and “strawberry fields forever.” how to explain to her that these songs were originated by the beatles and not necessarily as kiddie songs…

anyway, so i put on abbey road. i have not been playing as many beatle albums as i used to, probably because subconsciously, i don't want her to rebel and hate them when she grows up, which, of course, she may well do anyway. so “here comes the sun” comes on, and i tell BC how much i have always loved this song. (i spared her the part where i mention how, when you listen to the middle part: “sun, sun, sun, here it comes” on headphones, it nearly puts me in religious ecstasy.)

so you know what she said about “here comes the sun”? “mommy, i would rather hear “pink moon,” please. she is picking nick drake over george harrison.

i have to think about this.