9:45pm was party time in belly city, and baby was
thumping in time to this song:
"He knows he's going to be my drummer when he turns 5"- Father creature
Guess it really is hard not to attach expectations on future housemates. Except instead of future doctor, we're grooming this kid to become the next Jack White.
And then to our horror, he'll rebel and grow up to Work For The Man and Wear Suits and Picket Against Gay People.
Or he'll turn meta and be like Ninong Ben, who does wear suits but also writes music and cuddles cats. Hi Ben! We miss you.
The father liked this idea so much that he insists we should get the kid started on suits ASAP.
Kidding aside, we chatted about tracing our family trees. I mean, who else could this kid be related to right? It seemed important to know who he might end up taking after when the time comes. It's a "Looking-to-the-past-to-predict-the-future" kind of thing I guess.
