In blackest night, in shining day, My Will is all - I'll have my way! With Emerald Light in focused ray, This Duck will rule! (If that's okay?)
I have investigated. I have sleuthed. I have asked questions, received cryptic answers, and joined the widely scattered dots.
Case in point : "What is Country Music?" I ask at one juncture.
"A pig with a moustache!" she answers. While this utterance may or may not represent some kind of deep truth, I feel compelled to point out that she was playing "Angry Birds" at the time, and as such porcine adversaries of a hirsute nature are not uncommon.
I persevered, and have, I believe, uncovered the truth. She has been exposed to Country Music at her Kindergarten, via the agency of this song: (and associated book!)
I present it you, for among you are fellow parents, and it is better to know the ways, means, and tools that the unrighteous are wont to use to hook our impressionable offspring. I beseech you, gird your loins, and watch this abomination, grok it deeply to the fullness of your being, (maybe sing the chorus once or twice), so that you may stand firm, draw that line in the stand, and say no more. For if we do not, you make awaken one morning to the strains of "Achy Breaky Heart" emanating from your child's room, and know that this, your ultimate and crushing failure as a parent, could have been avoided.