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I'll admit to liking a song or two of Beibers.

I'll also admit to not liking the Who.

I'm not a huge Who fan either.

Oh god. Hugs for you, too.

Also, this is all making me wonder...if I had a kid, and the kid didn't like The Avett Brothers, would I like my kid?

It's probably best that I just not have any kids.

The good news is you can control the radio for so many years before they even get to sit in the front seat that you can mold their tastes, brainwash them if you will.

My kids love Johnny Cash and Metallica. I'm ok with other oddness. The young one is a hip hop fiend which is also fine with me.
 
Mtv still has those awards? Funny. I have been off the cable grid for years and years. I am so out of touch. I did know all those names, though. Mostly because my kid listens to them non motherfucking stop. I introduced him to The Who tonight and he was not impressed. GOD DAMMIT. I have failed as a parent.

I saw the Who in 1982.
 
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I already set up a counseling session for later in the week. He is listening to Katy Perry now. Fuck. My. Life.

The best friend told me that her son loved Katy too but he admitted to her it was because she was pretty and (presumably) for her knockers. I had to laugh.
 
I had a dream about One Direction the other night, I guess I was in Office Max and it was SO busy, I couldn't figure it out, there were a bunch of cops all over as well, wearing the British caps that their police officers wear and I kept moving along with the crowd only to come up on One Direction. I leaned over and asked one of the floppy-haired boys if they knew where the White Out was.


Then I started laughing and woke myself, the boyfriend and the dog up from my guffaws. I need better dreams.

Bwahahahhaaaaaaa. I believe that is your subconcious dealing with the shitty music of your conscious world. Ugh. I fear the child will see that the One Direction movie event is this week.

Led Zeppelin then?

Yes. And Floyd. He has yet to hear Rolling Stones. I have hope. For the record, he does like Flaming Lips and Dead Milkmen. So I have done a few things right. Please don't call CPS.
 
Bwahahahhaaaaaaa. I believe that is your subconcious dealing with the shitty music of your conscious world. Ugh. I fear the child will see that the One Direction movie event is this week.



Yes. And Floyd. He has yet to hear Rolling Stones. I have hope. For the record, he does like Flaming Lips and Dead Milkmen. So I have done a few things right. Please don't call CPS.

Floyd. The Clash, too. Bowie. Crikey!
 
Black Sabbath
Van Halen
Sammy Hagar
Boston
1979 Los Angeles
My first concert
 
I'm not a huge Who fan either.



The good news is you can control the radio for so many years before they even get to sit in the front seat that you can mold their tastes, brainwash them if you will.

My kids love Johnny Cash and Metallica. I'm ok with other oddness. The young one is a hip hop fiend which is also fine with me.

You're really, really hot, so I'm going to pretend that I didn't read that first part. ;)

I know your kids (and I'm absolutely certain Sinny's boy, too) are cool in a bazillion ways. I imagine it's a lot of fun to introduce them to all sorts of new things and see which ones stick. And to see what tastes they develop on their own.

And now, I suddenly want kids again.
 
You're really, really hot, so I'm going to pretend that I didn't read that first part. ;)

I know your kids (and I'm absolutely certain Sinny's boy, too) are cool in a bazillion ways. I imagine it's a lot of fun to introduce them to all sorts of new things and see which ones stick. And to see what tastes they develop on their own.

And now, I suddenly want kids again.

Let me change that:

The other day I was at the beach with the monsters and all of the sudden I hear a "huuuuck huuuuck huuuuuuuck" and I know with certainly that it's my oldest, she's got a sensitive stomach and she makes that gagging noise when something gets to her, she's out by the buoy with her brother and all I can see is her flailing her arms, screaming, gagging and the boy child just ducking, yelling "LET ME HELP YOU!" and trying not to get decked.

They both make their way onto shore shortly after to which I was told that Drama Princess had a leech on her finger and The Smaller Monster had one on his bazingas. HIS BAZINGAS!

Why is my child yelling that he had a leech on his balls, you might wonder? I have no idea because I just got up and walked away. Not my kids, nope.
 
That story made me pee a little.
Farrah, you're going to make such a great mom if you decide to have kids.
 
I have no freaking idea. I assume he just reached in, plucked it off and kept on going. He's pretty no-nonsense.
 
Let me change that:

The other day I was at the beach with the monsters and all of the sudden I hear a "huuuuck huuuuck huuuuuuuck" and I know with certainly that it's my oldest, she's got a sensitive stomach and she makes that gagging noise when something gets to her, she's out by the buoy with her brother and all I can see is her flailing her arms, screaming, gagging and the boy child just ducking, yelling "LET ME HELP YOU!" and trying not to get decked.

They both make their way onto shore shortly after to which I was told that Drama Princess had a leech on her finger and The Smaller Monster had one on his bazingas. HIS BAZINGAS!

Why is my child yelling that he had a leech on his balls, you might wonder? I have no idea because I just got up and walked away. Not my kids, nope.

Ohmygod. You must NEVER forget this story. This is one of those stories you tell at the rehearsal dinner before they each get married. Maybe even at the wedding reception. And then again when they have their own children. And any time between now and then that calls for a hilarious story. Like when their friends come over to hang out or you meet their first gf/bf. :D

:heart:
 
Boys are pretty diy when it comes to their balls.
 
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