Just when I thought the boy was destined for skinny jeans and manicures

We were in the car on the way to day camp and to avoid the inevitable resistance to swimming in the deep end with a counselor during pool time, I turned the radio on.

Kid Rock blared through speakers. I instinctively rolled down the windows and glanced in my rear view mirror. In the reflection, I saw my boy, trucker cap pulled down low over his eyebrows, Sponge Bob sunglasses masking his eyes, nodding his head in time to the lazy downbeat.

I played my air drums for a moment then threw my hands up for the chorus. Lil E followed, still bobbing his head. It was then in the pause before the light turned green and we accelerated forward that the tinny kiddie tunes of John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith and Boom Boom Ain't Great to Be Crazy? and even a little something he holds for Gloria and Regina all slid back behind us.

"Now THIS," he said, hands still hanging in the hot air, "is rock 'n roll."

Suddenly, the chesty obsession was clarified. And the need to wear his shades at all times except in the bathtub and at the table. I may need to tell him that, dude, seriously, his rocker cred will go way up once he ditches the pacifier. No pressure, just saying.

The word is still out on whether he has a taste for Jack Daniels and unlaced Pumas, but I am sure we will find out soon enough. Here I thought he was a ribbed t-shirt and techno kind of boy, and maybe he was.

Maybe he was, until he heard the sweet siren call of rock 'n roll. Really, who can resist that? Even at three?

So, happy Friday, Kid Rocker. This one's dedicated to your bad ass (or at least cute little tush).

 

Comments

[sarah]

I so have a huge crush on Kid Rock--it's the bad-boy thing, obviously. I'm thrilled Lil E has discovered Rock n Roll!!!