Like most teenagers, DD thinks that the world began the day she was born, and that I have no memories prior to that time. She also thinks that all my possessions are really hers, and that if I order something, it's really for her.
Yesterday, we got a package from Amazon. Inside were the latest Aerosmith CD, and another one of Aerosmith's greatest hits. DD immediately went to scoop them off the coffee table and pop them into her CD player when I said, "Not so fast, buddy. Those are mine."
DD scoffed. "Like you'd listen to Aerosmith! Me and my friends listen to that, not you. It's not like they're all Real Old." (leaving out the "like you," because the child has at least some sense of self-preservation.
I calmly walked over to the bookcase and pulled out my thirty year old Middle School yearbook. I passed by my picture and pointed to the list of class favorites. There it was, Aerosmith Rocks.
DD's face fell. "That's not fair! If they're so old that you listen to them, they aren't supposed to be playing Rock."
I said that Mick Jagger is older than my father, and to stop while she still could.
She put down my new CDs and left. Smart kid.
Kathy N-V