Driving home from dinner last night, we were blasting the tunes. I was singing and car dancing. When I looked in the mirror and noticed my kids were just sitting there. Not a head bob nor swing of shoulders could be seen. Occasionally, I could see lips move as they sang along. It was a Beaver song after all.
Just a small note on the fact that I know who Justin Bieber (aka the Beaver) is.... I can't think of anything other than, perhaps it is time to cash it in. Truly horrible teenie bopper music. (The teenie bopper disagrees with my assessment of the Beaver, but I stand by it.) The kids LOVE him.
When Mac was small, I remember looking back and seeing my darling car dancing while buckled into his car seat. It was a proud moment. When did my kids become too cool to car dance?
Ultimately, I decided that it might be the choice of tuneage. Perhaps they don't want to dance to the Beaver, perhaps they don't like him. One can only dream of such a reality.
As we were about to pull into the 'hood, I wanted to enter with tunes a-blaring. Something VERY rebellious about driving the mini van with the tunes cranked up so loud folks walking on the sidewalk can sing along. I choose a fall back song, a fan favorite if you will.
So to the sounds of the drum beats and base guitar, we cruised into the 'hood. Cuz, baby did a bad thing, yeah baby did a bad bad thing, and I feel like cryin'. Everyone car danced.