Cost of sharing my musical taste with my daughter: Weekly stops to pore over the CD racks at Half Price books together, and maybe $100 in old CDs over 2 years.

Hearing her squee when Queen comes on the radio in the car, and then getting to head bang together at the appropriate time during Bohemian Rhapsody: PRICELESS.

For the Queen

Me, flipping through radio stations in the car.

My Oldest, age 13: “blah blah My Chemical Romance blah blah Fall Out Boy blah blah… Wait! What was THAT?”

Me, flipping back a station: “This? Oh, this is Queen. Bohemian Rhapsody.”

Oldest: “It’s… so… different.”

Me: “Yep. They mixed heavy metal and opera, back when everyone else was into Disco. Total visionaries. Totally rocked.”

Oldest: “That is so awesome. I need to tell my friends! I need this on my iPod.”

Me: (tears in eyes) “Yes. Yes, you do.”