So Liam has been walking around the last few days humming and singing “here comes the sun,” which I think of as one of the all-time great songs.
I say to him, “wow, I love that song; I didn’t know you liked The Beatles.”
He looks at me, horrified. “I don’t. It’s from “Glee,” with Demi Lovato.”
Me, equally horrified, “Demi Lovato? Singing The Beatles?”
Liam, speaking as if to someone who has had a lobotomy, “Not just Demi Lovato. Santana, too. A capella, so you can really hear the lyrics.”
Me, making a last-ditch effort, “But the Beatles version–”
Liam, firmly, “Mom. Demi Lovato is GREAT. And her version is SO MUCH BETTER than the old one.”
I am now a shell of my former self. My brilliant wonderful son—talented in so many ways—disdains The Beatles in favor of Demi Lovato? I know that teens and parents are supposed to disagree with each other’s musical taste, but…Demi Lovato? Where have I gone wrong?
Fasten your seatbelts, people. It’s gonna be a bumpy adolescence.