A tale from the road

This has been secretly cracking me up since yesterday so I will share.

In preparation for the latest roadtrip I pulled out some random CDs to listen to on the way — I am so burnt out on Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band and Synchronicity I can’t begin to tell you.

Unusually for these trips, A asked to sit in the front seat this time, and as the kid riding shotgun she got some input picking what we would listen to. Her first choice was “Rock and Roll!”, and when I declined the opportunity to replay Nickelback for my choice she became a little crabby. My music started, she declared “That’s crap, Mom, just crap!”, denying that what I put in came within ten thousand yards of rock and roll.

Want to know what the crap was that I chose?


Tough beans, baby, listen and learn to enjoy!

2 Responses to “A tale from the road”

  1. Nene Says:

    Oh that poor kid. Moody Blues is “crap”?

  2. Dododreams Says:

    She followed up her first comments with: “I’m tired of listening to orchestras! This is crap!”

    Hee!

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