There's a war being fought in my sons' genetic code. It's not a battle for survival or against some malignant disease, unless you count social leprosy. It's a struggle between their mother's natural gift of rhythm and their father's fundamental whiteness. It's one that I hope her genes win. As Dan Quayle said, "What a terrible thing to have lost one's hipness. Or not to have hipness at all. How true that is." At least I'm sure that's what he meant.
Seasons, Again.
8 years ago
2 comments:
I'm glad to hear the musical diversity happening. A healthy balance between "Wheels on the Bus" and "Message in a Bottle" is difficult to strike!
Looks like you're having a blast over there. Ah, the joys of toddler tunes...
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