Electric Boogie

My family (BFam, the kids, Bo) and I are not traditionalists. We like to do things as weirdly as possible because… well, I don’t know why. I’m bitter, BFam’s cranky, and then we had kids. You guessed it – instant recipe for disaster. When everyone was going out to dinner, buying flowers, going to the movies, and a host of other cliches on Valentine’s Day, I bought BFam DJ Hero and called it a day. “Here honey. Love you. Now go play.”

We, as the parents, are never without moments for teaching opportunities. Our brood are at the respective ages where they actually like us, want to be with us and, if they can, try their darndest to emulate us. BFam and I were never too keen on self confidence growing up, so the thought of raising two girls who want nothing more than to be our reflection is all at once cute and confusing and icky. We are a range of emotion varying from flattered to overtly repulsed. Our physical reactions are very Marcel Marceau, almost always resulting in us as puddles on the floor. Despair in Still Life, canvas and oil.

In all our writhing and thrashing on the ground with compliments, we are both surprisingly competitive. You can tell us how awesome we are with a video game, just don’t tell us you love us. BFam was a lucky man finding a chick who shared his video game passions, and that’s not tooting my horn. How many women do you know who can kick butt in Contra AND know the cheat code (up up down down left right left right B A)? Oh, yeah, baby. You don’t want none of this! Mooter is smart. She’s picked up the gaming gene and ran full force with it. And Mommy and Daddy can play the game with me? WHAT? Have you made my coffin yet because I’m ready to die.

Enter our teaching opportunity. No one has soaked this in more than BFam. He won’t tell me but, secretly, I think he wanted at least one of these broads to be a boy.

Master Obi Wan? Rock that beat…

And, no. He did not know he was being taped but HOW CUTE WAS THAT LITTLE DANCE? Also, SCORE POINTS FOR THE WIFE! WOO-HOO!!!

(I’m so going to pay for that.) Also? Please excuse my camerawork. I don’t know what I was focusing on. The drapes, maybe?

Also? Please excuse Mooter’s allergies.

That is all.

Mooter loves the chance to impress her father. She is a young Jedi after all. DJ Hero… let’s just say it’s not one of those types of games that allow you to show off, per se.

I can’t begin to analyze this performance because I am SUCKTASTIC on DJ Hero. It’s alright. I openly admit defeat. DJ’ing is just not my thing.

But you can’t tell that to DJ Rocks-A-Lot / a.k.a. DJ Fader / a.k.a. DJ Snot Tot. That midget is vicious on the ones and twos.