In many respects, music is equally a refuge for me, but at the same time, it's an ever-present reminder of my dad, and some music still hurts far too much to listen to.
Shortly before Christmas, I came across a new musical addiction that I've fallen completely in love with, and I desperately wish I could have shared this group with my dad. I think he would have loved them, too. But in the lack of sharing there's something of a blessing...I can listen to Home Free Vocal Band without the angst of grief over shared love.
All of this is to explain the following conversation that was had in the car last week, on a day when Oldest forgot to take her ADHD medication in the morning (she said she was "absolutely sure" she did) and I didn't find out until much later in the afternoon.
|Home Free Vocal Band, on a recent video shoot.|
Oldest: Mommy, if you could marry any of the guys from Home Free, who would it be?
Me: Well, honey, I'm married, and Adam and Rob are both married.
Oldest: What if they weren't? And you weren't? Who would you marry?
Middle: I'd marry Adam, and make sure he's not a robot. And then I'd make him teach me how to do that.
Middle is convinced that Home Free's beatboxer, Adam Rupp, must be a robot in order to make all the sounds he does.
Oldest: Mommy, which one is the one who sings so high?
Oldest: No, not him. The other one. [mimics singing] The one who does that. You know, on that song.
Me: I don't know which song you're talking about.
Oldest: I don't want to marry Tim, though. Mommy, it's the other one. The one who sings like this. On this song. [mimics again].
Me: That's Rob.
Oldest: I'd marry Rob.
Middle: Why? He'd take up too much of the bed, and I'd smack him in the face!
Rob, Home Free's tenor, is a big guy like Hubby.
Meanwhile, Youngest is staying silent on the subject, and apparently shaking her head through this whole exchange.
Me: Rob and his wife are going to have a baby girl any day now.
(Trivia: she was born last week. Congratulations, Rob and Kelsey!)
Oldest: They should name her Emerald!
Me: That's a pretty name.
Middle (disgusted): It's a rock.
Me: It's a gemstone, yes. But it's also a name. However, I don't think that you get a say in their baby's name.
Oldest: Why not? They should name her Diamond!
Oldest: They should name her Roxie, like my friend. It's short for Rock Star!
Me: Roxie is usually short for Roxanne or Roxanna.
Oldest: It's short for Rock Star. That's why I call her Roxie. (pause) They should call her Gold!
Me: They aren't going to take naming ideas from you.
Oldest: They should!
Middle: No, they shouldn't!
Middle, you are too right. Thank goodness they didn't.