Monday, May 9, 2011
Daughter's First Concert. With a Boy.
My fourteen year old daughter went to a concert. With a boy.
And I drove.
Daddy panic. Yeah, I had it.
To start with, the band is called My Chemical Romance. Perhaps you've sung along to such titles as "Thank you for The Venom", "Kill All Your Friends", and "Honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us."
I'm not making any of these up.
Don't get me wrong, I was a scarer of parents from way back. My poison was Alice Cooper with his faked suicides and songs about blowing schools to pieces.
Let's just say that karma took it's sweet time, but she finally showed up.
But if I was worried about these two kids trysting in a mosh pit, the conversation between them during the ride calmed my nerves.
She: You're a butt.
He: No, you're a butt.
She: Are you calling me a butt?
They're both butts.
Before dropping them off, there is a moment for a dad to address the boy who will be escorting his daughter for the evening.
Mine was this: "Anything happens to my daughter, and there's no mark on you, I'll fix that. Got it?"
We bumped knuckles.
What would happen...
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