The CFO was out tonight. The boys ran wild. We started with a great dinner: me and the boy split 1.5 pounds of cheddar, a ham, half a bag of Cheetos, 3 bananas, 1 jar of Vegetable Beef baby food, 4 beers, and a small tub of gourmet ice cream.
We also had music time. He’s been showing signs of dancing lately, so we started with a brief dance-off involving The Crazy Eights. I’ve no idea really who won, but the boy was looking pretty tough. Not that its difficult to beat the CEO in a dance-off.
After that, I thought it was time to seriously rock. First Leppard, then Van Halen, and then some Maiden. Jr. loved it all, but he’d heard it before. Turns out he wanted to hear something a bit more, ah, urban. The CEO pulled out Run-DMC; Jr. pronounced it def. He got to hear also some PE and some NWA; both dope, to use his term. And certainly appropriate for small children. His favorite by far though was The Humpty Dance — we both got down to that one. “Hey yo Stinkboy, come here, are you ticklish?” He was. A good night all around.
