I am amazed at the level at which one can sustain a conversation about American Idol with a four year old.
Me: "So, who's going to win?"
Me: "Do you like Bo better, or do you just think he's going to win?"
Lucy: "I like him better. And he's going to win. Carrie's always flat."
Me: "She is. It's pretty awful."
Lucy: Rolls eyes and shakes head knowingly. Gives a grimacing thumbs down.
Lucy: "I can't believe A-Fed lasted so long. He should have gone before Constantine." (A-Fed is the semi-derogatory nickname for Anthony Fedorov, aka Trache-Boy)
Me: "Yeah. I was surprised he made it so far. He's not very good."
Lucy: "I liked [his] Poison Ivy, though."
Me: "Um hmm." (It sucked, but she dug it, so I didn't want to totally crush her.)
Lucy: Shakes head again. "Constantine."
Other than her insanely cute voice and a blind spot for Poison Ivy, I don't see how this conversation differs substantively from one you would have with a teenager, or another adult who wasn't afraid to admit that they watch AI.