i fucking just lost my post. argh. i will try to re-enact the whole thing for you, but it probably won’t be as funny, or as entertaining the second time around.
amongst the many late-night talents of my soon to be 6-year-old daughter, which include, but are not limited to singing, coloring, doing ballet and tap, reading (she’s become quite the little reader. i guess it’s the 2am practice sessions she has), talking, lite-brite-ing, playing school, playing with her barbies, she has now added rockstar to her repertoire.
no. i’m not kidding. she went down to the basement and resurrected a wiggles guitar (circa 2004), dusted it off, turned it backwards, so no one should know she’s using something with the wiggles on it (oh, the horror!), and she’s been rockin’ out with the band ever since.
including the middle of the night.
(note to my dear readers. this is a re-enactment. this footage was not taken at 3am when i discovered her doing this in her bedroom. if you think i’m conscious enough to pull out my camera at 3 o’clock in the morning, well, well, then you’ve certainly NEVER had kids. especially not kids who were sick and you haven’t slept through the night in over a week….)
(another note: anyone catch her brand-spankin’ new haircut? it’s total punk rock.)