The Boy asked, “Dad, why would you take a picture of a sign that says, ‘Please Keep Off the Grass’.”
I said it reminded me of that Todd Snider song. I asked if he remembered the one I was talking about and with a roll of the eyes he made a comment to the effect of it was hard to keep them all straight. Then I sang “… keep your hands off my daughter” and he said he knew which one I was talking about.
Wife and I have tickets to see Todd Snider and Robert Earl Keen (and the Robert Earl Keen band) at the Ryman this Thursday night. We also had purchased tickets so Wife’s Brother and Wife’s Brother’s Wife could go along with us, but they can’t go now. So that left us with the question of what to do with the extra tickets.
We thought about bringing the Boy, who is ten, and the Girl, who is almost 13. (Bringing Boy was Wife’s idea.) So at lunch Sunday, we asked who was interested in going. Girl raised her hand. Boy protested and said “No way. I’d be bored for three hours.”
That being said, I turned to the matter about which I have some reservations, which is that Todd’s show can be, well, R-rated. I really want to call it PG-13, but Wife says that a movie that uses the words Todd uses, particularly when he talks during the songs, would be R-rated. So, still at the table, I said, “Of course, you may have to forget some of the words you hear, because Todd can be quite colorful in the stories he tells between his songs. I wouldn’t want you to learn any new words.”
To which the Boy replied, “Oh. Are you saying there are curse words we don’t already know? Are you saying there are curse words besides the S-word, the B-word, the F-word…” We cut him off there. Of course, George Carlin’s “Seven Words” routine immediately came to mind, but I didn’t say anything. The Boy will learn about that soon enough on his own.
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Music I’m Listening to Now: Grayson Capps, If You Knew My Mind on Rhapsody.com
What I’m Reading Now: David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.
I said it reminded me of that Todd Snider song. I asked if he remembered the one I was talking about and with a roll of the eyes he made a comment to the effect of it was hard to keep them all straight. Then I sang “… keep your hands off my daughter” and he said he knew which one I was talking about.
Wife and I have tickets to see Todd Snider and Robert Earl Keen (and the Robert Earl Keen band) at the Ryman this Thursday night. We also had purchased tickets so Wife’s Brother and Wife’s Brother’s Wife could go along with us, but they can’t go now. So that left us with the question of what to do with the extra tickets.
We thought about bringing the Boy, who is ten, and the Girl, who is almost 13. (Bringing Boy was Wife’s idea.) So at lunch Sunday, we asked who was interested in going. Girl raised her hand. Boy protested and said “No way. I’d be bored for three hours.”
That being said, I turned to the matter about which I have some reservations, which is that Todd’s show can be, well, R-rated. I really want to call it PG-13, but Wife says that a movie that uses the words Todd uses, particularly when he talks during the songs, would be R-rated. So, still at the table, I said, “Of course, you may have to forget some of the words you hear, because Todd can be quite colorful in the stories he tells between his songs. I wouldn’t want you to learn any new words.”
To which the Boy replied, “Oh. Are you saying there are curse words we don’t already know? Are you saying there are curse words besides the S-word, the B-word, the F-word…” We cut him off there. Of course, George Carlin’s “Seven Words” routine immediately came to mind, but I didn’t say anything. The Boy will learn about that soon enough on his own.
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Music I’m Listening to Now: Grayson Capps, If You Knew My Mind on Rhapsody.com
What I’m Reading Now: David Wroblewski, The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.
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