It's a Daddy-Daughter weekend, once a month, when my wife has to work. Sometimes, we go all over the place. Sometimes, we just veg out at the house. It is never a dull moment though.
This past weekend I had a lot to do and had to bring the little one with me. First, I had a haircut to get and she was an angel, even managing to negotiate her way into a lollipop and a free nail painting, instead of having what she really wanted, a haircut.
Next, its off to get the oil changed at Walmart, which is always fun, from a sarcastic point of view. Then, it's to the Buy Backs to see what pre-owned Wii game, I can get for me and my Father-in-law.
And, if she's really a good girl, she'll get a trip to McDonald's to play on the slide. Of course, right now she's glued to the game screen over behind the giant Big Mac.... she's my daughter.
However, one the way here, she sat in the back of the car, wearing sunglasses and looking cool. I was flipping through radio stations, avoiding 96.1 as much as possible because I hate Ke-dollar sign-HA, Katy Exploding Boobs Perry and generally other pop bubblegum, played ever hour music.
As I scanned the dial, I slid, unknowingly into a Celine Dion song on the lite rock station. I quickly switched it and this little voice shot out of the back, "Hey, put that back on!"
I couldn't believe it. "You mean this song?" as I put back on Celine's 'Because You Loved Me'.
"Yeah. I like that song."
"Kiddo, you don't even know that song. Mommy doesn't like that song. Daddy doesn't listen to that song. Why do you want to."
"Because it's a beautiful song." She said.
We sat in the parking lot of McDonald's until it was over. Somewhere, I've wronged my child. My constant barrage of Rush, Journey, Led Zeppelin, The Refreshments, The Clarks, AC/DC, Warren Zevon, and other classic acts just hasn't sunk in enough. I weep for the future.
Actually, I don't. She's still cooler than me. Celine and all.