The day has finally arrived. Tru has discovered the ipod. Like DISCOVERED the ipod. I was preparing his lunch in the kitchen and after a while, it got unusually quiet, which is far more worrying than him raising a ruckus. At least I know what mischief he’s up to.
So naturally I shout out from the kitchen, “Tru, I hope you’re not up to no good.” *Silence* Not a good sign, so I drop everything in a flash and leap over my safety gate into the living room. And lo and behold, there he is, with the earphones stuffed into his ears, head bobbing geekily to the beat. (he clearly didn’t learn that from me)
He casually glances up at me and what do you know, starts SHOUTING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS. And I’m like “Young man, don’t you raise your voice at me.” But he clearly couldn’t hear me with the music blaring into his eardrums so he shouts some more. On retrospect, I should have yanked those earphones out, but it was too cute so we had a shouting match for a while before he decided to SING AT THE TOP OF HIS LUNGS, and right about that time, I decided that there was no use fighting it. This is going to be my life for the next 18 years. Me shouting and him with earphones on blasting some angsty music pretending not to hear me.
