Earlier today, as my mother-in-law was winding down her visit here at Rock Father HQ, a conversation regarding the Royal Birth was taking place in my kitchen. It's a prime example of how little ears - tiny, almost-four-year-old ears - can pick up on anything, and spit it right back out in unexpected clarity. And it started when I tossed my voice into the discussion...
Mother-in-Law: I heard that Kate has the same Doctor as Princess Diana.
Me: Is it in poor taste for me to state that I hope they don't also have the same driver? [Note: I'm aware that he's dead.]
Mother-in-Law: (Chuckling) Yes, it's in poor taste.
Me: Too soon? 16 years later, still too soon?
Mother-in-Law: Yes, still too soon.
Wife: He's such an asshole.
Mother-in-Law: But he's a funny one.
Daughter (with a massive smile on her face and practically yelling): MY DADDY IS A FUNNY ASSHOLE!
Laughter erupts throughout all.
Me: Don't ever say that again, sweetie.
So while the Royal Baby gets fed formula from a gold-rimmed bottle minted from the ivory of an Elephant's tusk, here in Illinois something else cool happened. My friend, John (a fellow at-home Dad that was featured in Lake County Magazine last month) and his wife welcomed their second son this morning. So big congratulations to them! I can guarantee that their little boy will be raised strong in The Force, and be well-versed in the workings of Eternia, Radiator Springs, Ghost Busting, and rock.
How was your day?
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