April 12, 2007
Is it too early to call this a phase?
Posted by pete at April 12, 2007 12:59 AMBefore she goes to bed, She Who Shall Not Be Named likes to unwind in her playroom in the back of the house, where she has puzzles, books, a piano, drums, a kitchen set, and a hundred other things to toss indiscriminately onto the floor.
The general rule regarding television in our house is that nothing too unpleasant for little eyes and ears should be on display while the nipper is up. This usually means that the thing doesn't even get turned on until she hits the sack, but yesterday was a long one, and I found myself unwisely resorting to one of my comfort movies about 15 minutes before SWSNBN's normal bedtime.
I make no secret of my love for Penelope Spheeris' The Decline of Western Civilization Pt. 2: The Metal Years. Hell, I wrote a column about it a few years back. However I never suspected by particular musical sickness was genetically transferable. It was therefore with a large measure of surprise that I watched my darling little girl rush into the living room and dance to the opening strains of Faster Pussycat's "Bathroom Wall."
Maybe she just made a mistake. I mean, she loves female singers, so she was probably just walking by, saw the suspiciously effeminate Taime Downe and - thinking he was Laurie Berkner's sleazier sister - understandably came in to enjoy what she assumed were more children's folk stylings and...
I really am screwed, aren't I?
There’s no more room in your house of pain, Pete.
Hair bands remain an underrated force in Western Civilization
Damned if she isn’t the cutest little Jazzerciser in the whole world. And what I wouldn’t do to have hair as thick as hers! What a sweetie pie of a miniature human.
did your parents ever say “one day, your kid will be just like you and you’ll see what it’s like!!!” ?? probably why i’ve never married and had kids…too scared that their curse may coem true! hahaha
If you find her in the community swimming pool with a bottle of Jack Daniels a la Blackie Lawless, then you’ll know it’s time for self-censorship for little Chardonnay.