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.
Tonight’s installment in the oldest daughter’s musical education: Van Halen, Run DMC, Sly and Family Stone, and Prince. And I must be doing something right because she used her money to buy her own copy of Back in Black. Must be dusty in here.
My Oldest, age 14, tells me she asked her Health teacher to go into more detail on the various genders and orientations because the book is too limited. When he said he wasn’t allowed to cover that material, she petitioned to teach it to the class herself. He said she could have five minutes at the end of class sometime next week.
She is now prepping. “How do I cram all of birth sex, gender identity and orientation into five minutes??? I probably won’t even be able to get to covering consent. This is a nightmare.”
I could not be prouder.
Very Vocal Viking 