A few days ago, I posted a viral video of a toddler singing and dancing to LMFAO’s “Sexy and I Know It”. In it, a three-year-old boy named Malek (pictured left) mumbles the words to the song but somehow manages to get “There’s a passion in my pants” crystal clear. He also mimics the thrusting move shown during the chorus in the video.
In my post, I made a sarcastic joke about how I should introduce my two-year-old daughter to more inappropriate music in the hopes of striking viral video gold.
The response on my facebook fanpage was pretty controversial.
Many argued that music like this should not be exposed to young children and seeing a child dance in a sexual fashion is just wrong.
The others argued that kids will be exposed to this kind of stuff anyway, a three year old has no idea what he is saying or doing, and it’s just a funny, harmless video— we shouldn’t make too much of it.
I admit to finding the video funny and of course, posting it.
But do I let my own daughter listen to music with suggestive lyrics?
No, I do not. For the same reason I worked on cleaning up my vocabulary once Mazzy started listening. She picks up words like wildfire and copies everything she hears. The last thing I would want her blurting out in public is something about a “passion in my pants”.
Would I post a video of Mazzy thrusting to music?
Absolutely not. Even if she made a move like this accidentally and my husband and I found it amusing, putting it on YouTube opens it up to the world at large and there are a lot of creeps out there. Or so my mother has reminded me every single day since I started my blog. Scratch that. Since I was born.
Would I feel differently if my kid was a boy?
I honestly don’t know.
The reason videos like the kid dancing to “Sexy and I Know It” are passed around is because they are both adorable and somewhat shocking.
And although I would like to be the cool parent who thinks my toddler listening to adult lyrics is no big deal, I guess I am actually the conservative parent who thinks it’s not okay. At least for my kid.
At a certain age, I am not going to have control over what my daughter listens to. And at the moment, it’s not like she is begging me to expand her musical options. She is quite content to listen to “The Gummy Bear Song” over and over again.
Which is fine by me.
Until the seventh or eighth time. Then I pretend the music is broken.