Wednesday, July 23, 2008

The Patriarchy

The most embarrassing part of this post is going to be admitting that I have Air on my ipod. You know “Alpha Beta Gaga?” That Air. Most of it is inarticulate, furrin croonin,’ and I had it out on the sound dock the other day. And then "Sexy Boy" comes on. Li’l A needs another chat with me about what “sexy” means. Mostly I think because it’s an excuse to say the word ;). So I do some explaining.

And then he’s all: Promise me one thing. Promise me JUST one thing!
I have no idea what’s happening. Not a clue. But his big eyes are full of earnest intensity, so I promise.
Promise me you’ll never call anyone but dad sexy boy. Promise me.

I laughed until my stomach cramped. And then I laughed about it some more when Big A got home. And the next day, in the car, my hands free because Big A was driving, I pointed out anyone remotely attractive to Li’l A: Sexy Boy, Sexy Boy, Sexy Boy, Sexy Boy.

It’s not like it’s a bad thing.

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7 comments:

tamasha said...

Oh my god. SO CUTE. He is going to be embarrassed by that story for the rest of his life.

maya said...

:)) Although the one we're saving for his girlfriend is the one where he thought "dumb" was spelled "D-U-M".

tamasha said...
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maya said...

Exhibit A: crinimal
Exhibit B: amimal

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Anonymous said...

how adorable!!! but hey, i love Air..it reminds me of the good old days in college when I didn't have a kiddo and could sit around wasting time and listening to music with friends...at 4 in the afternoon...for like, no apparent reason whatsoever...big sigh! :)

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