I’d like to think I’m a pretty hip and cool Dad of 6. At least that’s what I tell people at work.
I have 4 teenagers.
I am cool.
I’d like to think my teens have much to do with that distinction.
I like many of the same things they do – including music.
Recently I’ve been grooving to Colbie Callait. Specifically, I just can’t get enough of her song called,
Yeah, pretty bubble gummy, I know. But it’s ok for me, because I have daughters. I am trying to stay in touch. And has nothing to do with her looks. It’s called being an involved parent.
So the other night I am sitting with my 18 year old daughter and her “bestie” (that mean’s her best friend) at a basketball game.
I’m chatting with them about all sorts of important stuff like boys and music and iPhone apps and nail polish and stuff. And bestie is just totally engaged in our covo (that means conversation). And bestie says, “wow, your Dad sure knows a lot about stuff we like.”
And my daughter says to her bestie, I know right! I can’t hardly keep up with my Dad, I learn about all the cool stuff from him.
Wait. What?
I thought I was learning all this from her!
