Maeve has been indoctrinated. Mike received Batman: The Animated Series (volumes one and two) for Christmas--these are the cartoons from the 90's that we used to watch in the dorm. Maeve and he sat down at some point in mid-January and started watching them. Now she knows not only episode plots and characters, but back stories, secret identities, pet names, vehicles, current locations of the bad guys, and what the bad guys claim as specialties (Cat Woman steals things, but isn't interested in brainwashing the whole city, for instance).
She's totally hooked.
And now Leo. Already, he's starting on Leo. Not with Batman--I think that will happen regardless--but with jazz. I'll get on the computer and youtube will be an open tab with a Dave Brubeck clip, for instance. Mike's not watching these for himself. He's holding Leo on his lap, while I do essential things like shower and eat, and making him listen to it. That's all fine and good. But I'm not going to let that be all.
Today while I nurse him a bit, let him snooze on a pillow on my lap, I've got seeqpod up. My playlist this morning? Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Tori Amos. Led Zeppelin, Fatboy Slim. Figure that together, we'll either screw him up good or make him nice and well-rounded.