Teen Beat

So, over the weekend the family of my wife’s cousin stopped by to see the new baby. In tow was their ten-year-old daughter and thirteen-year-old son. While discussing the antics of the kids, the father of the brood started lamenting the side effects of buying his son a guitar. He said he comes home from work wanting peace and quiet but instead is invariably subjected to his son belting out hard rock riffs in the basement to the tune of Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and AC/DC at top volume.

Personally, I don’t know what he is complaining about. I would have been quite happy to see my son have decent taste in music. It could have been much, much worse. Could you imagine the reaction he would have had if he had walked downstairs to see his son tarted up in pink tutu while belting out the greatest hits of The Spice Girls?