True Father/Daughter BondING

[Ksyrup]

I'll get this out of the way to begin with, for Fritz, Shorty, or anyone else looking for some fun this afternoon - I did not intend to type bondAGE. Although I bet it ends up as a separate thread. But if so, I've already tried to diffuse it for what that's worth.

With that out of the way...

We spent the weekend at the in-law's new house in Jacksonville, helping them move. And yes, it was as much fun as it sounds. We get back into town yesterday, and about 7pm, my wife realizes that we don't have anything to make a sandwich with for our daughter's lunch for today. So she sends me out to get bread and lunch meat, and I decide to be nice and take the Kid with me. The sky's getting dark as we leave, so I wasn't too surprised when it started pooring sheets of rain just as I pull into the parking lot.

Despite my daughter's protests, I decide not to venture out into the rain, particularly since it is coming down sideways. So she climbs into the front seat and starts playing with every button she can put her hands on, since she rarely gets the opportunity to be this close to the front seat. Her attention turns to the radio, and she starts messing with the volume, and hitting all of the presets, until she gets the classic rock station. And just as Queen's Fat Bottomed Girls come on, she cranks the volume up to 25 and for about 45 seconds, my 4 year old daughter and I are rockin' to Fat Bottomed Girls in the middle of a rain storm.

You can't put a price on that kind of moment.

[Franklinnoble]

Paging Fritz... this thread is positively screaming for your attention.

[Ksyrup]

Yes, there is plenty of fodder here, isn't there? But it's all true.

[KevinNU7]

Just had my girlfriend read this thread and she cried. Man PMS is hilarious!

[Fritz]

Sorry Franklin, I dig kids (once they get out of the shit your pants stage) and think story is kind of neat.

I am imagining KYsyrup's little girl saying "fat bottomed" at every opportunity, no matter how ill timed.

[Bonegavel]

I hear you brother. My little one is 3.416 years old, and moments like this are hard to come by, but are something you will never forget.

My most recent incident involves the Shrek Soundtrack. She loved the movie so much that I thought it good to buy the CD (as it turns out, we listen to all the time in the truck). It was getting late and thankfully, Best Buy had the disc. All excited, we hop back into the vehicle, I manage to remove the 128 pieces of tape from the CD case, and we are on our way. I can see the glee in her eyes as the silence before the first song seemed to stretch time and space.

The sun had just gone down and we were making our way through the tracks: Stay Home, Believer, Rockstar, et al, and finally, we arrived at track 10 (the sad piano song, "Hallelujah") and I notice that cab was void of my daughter's "lovely" voice (it's lovely to me).

I turn back to look at my little one and she is bawling. I asked her what was wrong and she continued crying. The sad song continued in the background as she reached for my hand and said, "Daddy, please don't leave me. I love you." I nearly lost it. I pulled over to the side of the road and hugged her while she sniffed and snorted the way only kids can.

I'm not sure what happened (as it hasn't happened since), but needless to say, when I started back home, I promptly hit the button until track 1 appeared, the tears stopped, and we were laughing and screaming "I'm a Believer, I couldn't leave her if I tried..." all the way home. Daddy and The Beaner, shared a moment thanks to, of all people, Shrek.

[Ksyrup]

That's great. The version of Hallejulah on the soundtrack is Rufus Wainwright, isn't it? He's one of my favorites. He's got a new album on the 23rd as well.

Actually, there was another funny moment before the Fat Bottomed Girls moment as we were driving to the store. I was flipping through the presets looking for something "appropriate" to have on with her in the car, as I figured Metallica's Leper Messiah, which I was happy to hear on the radio, was probably not a good choice. So I put on the local crap-pop station (98.9), which was, true to its name, playing some mindless pop crap, and my daughter says, "Daddy, this is music for girls." I honestly had no comeback, other than, "Well, you're a girl, aren't you?" To which she replied, "Yes, but you're a boy." I said, "That I am" and kept driving, not quite sure where to go from there.

Sometimes you can't beat kid's logic. Not often, but every now and then.

[Bonegavel]

yes, it is Rufus. Never heard of him before, but I'm impressed with that song.

As far as their logic, it is sometimes quite astounding. They don't have much to cloud their judgement, and it seems that they, often times, cut right to the chase and make you wonder why you didn't see it that way.

[Ksyrup]

That particular song is a Leonard Cohen classic, most famously remade by Jeff Buckley. But Rufus' version is amazing as well. He's a pop singer/songwriter that has a flair for operatic arrangements and such. He's one of a kind. His father is Loudon Wainwright III, a pretty famous folk singer.