Alexander
At seven this morning his iPod was due to wake him up. I Bet You Look Good On The Dance Floor was blaring, and my son was sleeping soundly. I wonder what his dreams were?
Next Fluorescent Adolescent screamed from the speakers:
You used to get it in your fishnets
Now you only get it in your night dress
Discarded all the naughty nights for niceness
Landed in a very common crisis
Everything’s in order in a black hole
Nothing seems as pretty as the past though
That Bloody Mary’s lacking a Tabasco
Remember when he used to be a rascal?Oh that boy’s a slag
The best you ever had
The best you ever had
Is just a memory and those dreams
Not as daft as they seem
I decided to walk in. I gently kissed him on the cheek, and he popped right out of bed. Apparently the music at a ridiculous volume is relaxing to him.
Also, it’s not a competition, but Mr. G is the one who loads their iPods and it’s proof that I’m not the only bad parent.
*You can find the Arctic Monkeys here. They’re terrific, but maybe not for your 8 year old.