I will set the stage for you. Picture this-

There is a rather slick looking, shiny black, 4 door Chev pick up filled to the brim with an old, broken dryer, a lemon yellow lounge chair cushion, and half a wooden wine rack driving to the dump. Inside sits a cool looking stud wearing a black fleece pullover, ripped jeans, and low cut hiking boots caked in mud. Beside him is a woman who is wearing the same coffee stained t-shirt she wears a couple times a week, sometimes two days in a row, dirty jeans, and boots without socks. She has her hair pulled back as usual. There is no denying that this is a cool looking couple. The coolness factor resonates from them.

In the back there are 2 girls. A 5 year old and a 1 1 /2 year old. From behind the tethers of the car seat straps you can see, along with their parents in the front, 4 bopping heads. The windows are down and their hair flies in the crisp, Ethanol scented air. They are rockin'.

They rock to the iconic band, The Beastie Boys.

DDM: Whooo hooo! Rock on!

Hubby: Look back at the girls! They are right into this!

EvieG: I know what this song is called! It's called, Hey Ladies!

DDM: That's right! Well done! Rock on, Ladies! (hands waving above her head)

Hubby: I can't believe she knows the name of this song!

DDM: It's great! It's classic!

TheD: Weeeeeeee!

EvieG: Come on everybody! Raise the ceiling!

Pause-, look back-, and stare-.

DDM: What? Did you say raise the ceiling?

EvieG: Yep. Come on!

DDM: Ok, then! Raise-the-ceiling?!! (whispering to Hubby) She means raise the roof....she just had a senior's moment! That's totally something a senior citizen would say on the dance floor, cutting some rug at somewhere like a wedding, who is among a bunch of young people, and trying to look cool. That's my girl!

We are so cool.

All's I'm sayin's all.

PS Thanks for reading and I will return on Monday....

Labels: Family, Fun