Not one, but all four of my kids, have been walking around the house singing. Not that I mind.  I’m a singer – in cars, as I walk down the street, while I cook.

And yet, this singing my offspring are doing the past couple of weeks is…terrible.

Off-key?  No. Offensive lyrics? No (and I’m not much in the way of protesting lyrics).

Song choice?  Yup.

If, say, you teach your kids all sorts of great music from Bob Dylan to Green Day, Joni Mitchell to Mozart, Guthrie to Guster, and then, say, make the mistake of introducing them to some of rock’s worst moments – as a joke! – well, then you you have to expect that they will have “We Built this City on Rock n’ Roll” stuck in their collective mind for a solid month or so.

And if they cannot stop singing “knee-deep in the hoopla” – well, you have no one to blame but yourself.