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Gee-oh, Gee-oh

March 22, 2007 | Category: Family, It's a Trip



I'm unclear on these new Child Abuse laws....

Do they include exposing my son to 80's rock?

Because, if so, I am in deep trouble.

Spring came out from behind its rock the other day and viciously attacked us with bright sun, a warming Earth, and a couple dozen purple-and-orange crocuses waving from the front yard.

As we drove from yon to hither and back (the parent's lament), I rolled down the windows and turned up the radio. Flipping through the usual channels because I wasn't in the mood for RadioDisney (which is evil) or classical. I wanted peppy, light.

I got the Police.

As the guitar and drums rolled into the speaker, he shouted from the back "this one, Mommy! This song!" and I wondered if it was a bad thing that he a) recognizes most of the songs from "Ghost in the Machine"? b) and can sing them all by heart?

Nah.

Once upon a time, this album played over and over again during a party at my house Senior year and a guy name Steve and I crawled under the pool table to avoid some inanity and ended up kissing. Steve, compared to the guys I had known before, was a very good kisser.

And though it meant nothing more than that, "Every Little Thing She Does is Magic" will forever remind me of being tucked under Steve's arm, hearing him sing some lyrics, and feeling his lips, and smiling while we kissed.

Until now.

Now that memory is going to fight with the one from an early Spring day. A day before the night when we would get to meet the author Mary Pope Osborne. The afternoon we raked out the front yard and laid down extra soil and fertilizer for our last spring in the big blue house. The day we stopped for the 2nd time in a week for Slushies on the way home.

The day my 6-year-old belted out, in tune and on melody, "I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day. And ask her if she'll marry me in some old fashioned way..."

And a moment of misty, thinking, thinking - someday, you know, he might.

And then it was time to sing the "Gee-oh, gee-oh" part.

So I did.

Except, he shouted from the back, "Mommy! It's Hee-o! Hee-o!"

I firmly believe that he should be 7 before I let him win one of these arguments. So I just shook my head in beat and belted out (off key) "Its a big enough umbrella; but its always me that ends up getting wet!"

He giggled.

Gee-oh!


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Any music other than the rap is good. Avoid rap at all cost or purchase the very best ear plugs. Love your hair. I wish I was blond to be able to have all of those neat colors to play with. I'd love to have a purple stripe but it would be wasted on my dark brown hair. Don't listen to the prior post, I love Devo.

Posted by: LeeAnn on March 23, 2007 05:05 PM


It's not only you doing the corrupting. My 7 yr old knows more Rush song lyrics than his Dad does. All my fault. However I am a smidge worried... the other day (BEA-OO-TI-FUL weather) after I picked him up from school with all the windows down, he asks me if 2112 is in the CD player and can I put on "Temples of Syrinx". Is 7 too young to be a hard rocker like his mommy? And... should I worry about where this is going to progress to by the time he's driving on his own?
I think I'm just going to pull a Scarlett O'Hara on this one and worry about it tommorrow.

Posted by: Cathy on March 22, 2007 08:30 PM


Don't feel bad. You would never find a baby classical music cd in my car, but for a while we listened to Veggie Tales. After enough God-loving tunes, I finally broke down. When someone at school asked our son his favorite song he responded, "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me & You ain't nothing but a gold-digger."

Posted by: FENICLE on March 22, 2007 06:39 PM


It's only abuse if you make them listen to Devo.

Posted by: rootietoot on March 22, 2007 01:38 PM


Good morning dear. As one of your friends who remembers the context of that song, it's fun to think of it again.

Of course my girl was insisting that it's LEGENDARY that she got to see the Police on the Grammy's, and that she'd do *anything* to get tickets to the tour :-). The funniest was when she wanted to know if the Clash might open for them! So I guess we're both going to jail together - the charge - "musical curroption of elementary school kids'.

I'm also the dad that is legendary @ her school for pulling up to school with the windows down and the subwoofer blaring while we played the Ramones. The Middle Schoolers we're in true awe that her old man was soooo cool. :-). I have no where to go but down from here of course.

BTW, love the hair, give your men a peace out for me.

P.S - The girl has discovered 'Men @ Work' now, so I'm cool all over again. Someday I might even tell her about midnight ice cream runs, but then you'd have to give the okay on that one!

Posted by: The Ranbir on March 22, 2007 09:28 AM