More evidence that my daughter (who is three years old) is the coolest thing this side of the South Pole:
In the car today Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire came on the stereo and she went fucking nuts! She started saying "Daddy, Daddy, that's Johnny Cash! That's JohnnyCash! He's cool! He's cool!"
Now she knows the words to that song and sings along with it anyway, but I've never heard her hear a song and know who sang it yet. Much less The Man In Black. And the "cool" remark just made my heart melt.
Who knows, maybe her mother's cheerleader genes will be recessive after all.
In the car today Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire came on the stereo and she went fucking nuts! She started saying "Daddy, Daddy, that's Johnny Cash! That's JohnnyCash! He's cool! He's cool!"
Now she knows the words to that song and sings along with it anyway, but I've never heard her hear a song and know who sang it yet. Much less The Man In Black. And the "cool" remark just made my heart melt.
Who knows, maybe her mother's cheerleader genes will be recessive after all.
Hm... yeah, nice huh?
Otherwise I'm fine, just written an interview and now I'm going to take a shower. Later.