The other night we stopped at Fries and Peanuts before we headed out to our dinner. As we were sitting there Owen called to say, "I thought it would be really fun with you guys out of the house but....sigh....it's not." I talked to him a bit and then talked to Leo and told him to be a good big brother. He called again a time or two and asked us not to be too late. So we attempted to comply but it was still past their 'bedtime' when we got home. Of course all the lights in the house were blazing. As we walked down the alley we saw Owen race to the kitchen window, spot us and then go racing into the other room. Sure enough, by the time we rounded the corner and walked up the steps we could hear him LOUDLY practicing Blitzkrieg Bop on his guitar.
That's my boy.
Evidently he'd figured out some settings on his amp that gave him a nice fuzzy tone that he loved.
Owen was asked to join the band that played at last year's talent show and he's having a great time practicing with them. They are doing Blitzkrieg Bop. Well, actually they're doing Breakdown Bop because some of the parents thought the word blitzkrieg inappropriate.
I swear I hate it when my children say 'whatever' and I tell them not to say it but sometimes it's so....um...appropriate. Not sure I understand.
Noun: An intense military campaign intended to bring about a swift victory
Whatever. I told Owen that when you're part of a group you have to compromise and make it work for everybody so he's o.k. with it.
I can't wait for the talent show!!
My sweet little blitzkrieging baby.
In fact I never thought about how perfect that word is for him. He OFTEN conducts an intense military campaign intended to bring about a swift victory.
It often works for him too.....