I've always felt like I've done an acceptable job of fathering our oldest daughter, AngelFace, but now I'm not so sure.
I was sitting at the dining room table, listening to a CD I had just purchased: a two-disc set of the greatest hits of The Fifth Dimension.
AngelFace was passing through and asked, "What are you listening to?"
First of all, you need to understand that I was not sitting at the dining room table using headphones/earbuds/personal music-listening apparatuses to privately listen to the CD I had just purchased. The music was being played...out loud...audible to any and all personages in the room.
So right away, I was slightly concerned with my oldest daughter's inquiry. She could hear what I was listening to...why did she need to ask me what I was listening to?
Second of all, let me remind you that these were big-time radio hits from the group, not some esoteric, deep album cuts.
Swallowing my disconcernosity, I replied, "The Fifth Dimension."
In response to the blank look on AngelFace's face, I continued, "You know...'Let the sunshine; let the sunshine in'...'Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful baloooooon'?"
AngelFace: "I kinda recognize that first one. Didn't ActorBoy sing that in OnStage at school?"
"Yes, but c'mon...The Fifth Dimension! One Less Bell to Answer? I Got the Wedding Bell Blues? They're like the black Mamas and Papas."
It was then AngelFace asked the question I never thought I would hear coming from the mouth of any of my offspring...
"Who are the Mamas and Papas?"
We should get the results of the paternity test tomorrow.
I was sitting at the dining room table, listening to a CD I had just purchased: a two-disc set of the greatest hits of The Fifth Dimension.
AngelFace was passing through and asked, "What are you listening to?"
First of all, you need to understand that I was not sitting at the dining room table using headphones/earbuds/personal music-listening apparatuses to privately listen to the CD I had just purchased. The music was being played...out loud...audible to any and all personages in the room.
So right away, I was slightly concerned with my oldest daughter's inquiry. She could hear what I was listening to...why did she need to ask me what I was listening to?
Second of all, let me remind you that these were big-time radio hits from the group, not some esoteric, deep album cuts.
Swallowing my disconcernosity, I replied, "The Fifth Dimension."
In response to the blank look on AngelFace's face, I continued, "You know...'Let the sunshine; let the sunshine in'...'Up, up and away in my beautiful, my beautiful baloooooon'?"
AngelFace: "I kinda recognize that first one. Didn't ActorBoy sing that in OnStage at school?"
"Yes, but c'mon...The Fifth Dimension! One Less Bell to Answer? I Got the Wedding Bell Blues? They're like the black Mamas and Papas."
It was then AngelFace asked the question I never thought I would hear coming from the mouth of any of my offspring...
"Who are the Mamas and Papas?"
We should get the results of the paternity test tomorrow.
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