Sure, ok, they look like Joe and I. They have some of our mannerisms. They are cute and I see my family's good looks shining through. Heck, they are smart little boogers with smart-ass comebacks, much like me.
But according to their taste in music, I just don't see any resemblance. I'm raising a couple of fuddy-duddy's.
Case in point:
We got in our ultra-cool minivan last week turned up the satellite radio because Rage Against the Machine was on. Both Caitlynn and Miles started complaining:
"Turn it down! It's too loud!"
"You really like this music?"
"This music is bad."
"I don't like Rock and Roll."
"This is the music that makes you crazy when you're a teenager."
What?! Excuse me, but Rage Against the Machine is not "rock and roll." It's Rage. I has its own genre... called Rage and yes, it may make you a little crazy. Do I look crazy to you? Don't answer that.
So, we changed the dial to the 80s station, where Duran Duran was playing. Immediately Joe and I started singing along to the radio and then we heard more complaints from the back seat about how bad the music was.
Fuddy-duddys.
It was only a few years ago that Miles thought the music on Dora the Explorer (or the Wonderpets) should have been nominated for a Grammy. And Caitlynn... well, she has a special affinity for Abba, especially from the Mamma Mia soundtrack.
Some day, they'll come around. It will be right at the point where I start complaining about their music.
"This music sucks!"
"You like this?"
"Duran Duran was so much better than this."
And then I'll be called a fuddy-duddy and the kids will wonder if I'm really their mother.
Ah, the circle of life.
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1 comments:
Don't worry, I shudder at some of the music my kids listen to... Rap. It is simply not music, rather a raucous monologue without much point. I just posted a clip on Life which at least is a funny (IMHO) monologue. I look forward to the day when their kids complain that M & D are 'fuddy duddies'.
AV
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