Rehab!




Rhiannon's musical tastes are changing. Instead of the usual suspects of Laurie Berkner, Dan Zanes, and Raffi, she is now into the Beatles, Deathcab for Cutie, and, erm, Amy Winehouse. Specifically Winehouse's ubiquitous, eponymous single, "Rehab". Rhiannon lives for this song to come on the radio. She begs for us to play it in the apartment. And she sings back-up to Winehouse, too, delivering the "No, no, no" in her deepest voice.

Now, you may correctly wonder what a nearly-five-year-old listening to "Rehab" might take away from a song about fighting addiction. Well, the answer would be, "quite a lot." For those of you who know Jayni and me (Papa), you know that we are not afraid of the tipple. There is usually beer in the fridge and at least one bottle of red, white, and "other", plus a selection of Scotch and other goodies for mixing. Earlier in the week, Rhiannon came home from school to see that the bottles were all atop the cabinets so that even a tall person would need a step-stool to reach them.

Rhiannon looked at her mom and said, "that's good that you can't reach the bottles anymore, mom."

"Why is that?"

"Because if you drink wine you have to go to rehab! Like Amy WINEhouse. You can't drink wine anymore! Ever!"

Will we send Rhiannon to Cute-Rehab? No, no, no.