The Wire: The Musical
Finally, a version of The Wire that’s (slightly more) appropriate for my young son. Tap dancing! Click image to see the video. It reminds me of Mr. Show’s “Rap! The Musical!” sketch.
Finally, a version of The Wire that’s (slightly more) appropriate for my young son. Tap dancing! Click image to see the video. It reminds me of Mr. Show’s “Rap! The Musical!” sketch.
I’m a Red Sox fan. I watched Game 6 and I endured as much of the pre-aughts misery as any other fan born in the 70s. I’m also a Dolphins fan, and while I got to watch Marino, there hasn’t been a lot to cheer about since. But I stick around; I continue to root for my teams.
I stuck with “Lost” all the way, gritting my teeth through the meandering Seasons 2 and 3 and surviving until the end and I still have fond memories of the show, even after the terrible final episode. And I continue to hope the people in charge of Superman will someday recapture the magic of the first two Christopher Reeve flicks. Despite little evidence that they will.
I take all the crap my favorite teams and TV shows and movies have to give and I keep coming back for more. As a fan, you have to take a lot of abuse.
But it’s nothing compared to what you endure as a parent.
When you have a young kid, a baby monitor is essential.
Even with our son nearly two and (knock on wood) past the danger zone of accidentally suffocating himself on a bumper or a stuffed animal, the monitor remains a crucial piece of equipment. It allows us to have peace of mind while our kid sleeps in the other room. We are able to have a drink(s), watch a movie, go to sleep, comfortable in the fact that if he wakes up or needs something, we’ll hear him through the monitor.
I don’t even use an alarm clock anymore, secure in the fact that my son will wake me up WELL BEFORE I need to get up for work. It’s foolproof.
Unless the monitor stops working. Then things can get scary.
My son is not yet two years old, and as we haven’t had him tested yet, we can’t know if he’s got the gay or not. But we can guess.
He loves to dance. He enjoys wrapping scarves around his neck and playing with my wife’s makeup kit. He’s really into stuffed animals and has long eyelashes.
The writing is on the wall.
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I was under the impression that the Terrible Twos started when the kid actually turns two. Hence the name.
But I think I was wrong.
Because my son is 19 months old, a good half-year away from being two, and things are already getting pretty darn terrible.