Yesterday evening, I downloaded some of the new songs available for Rock Band (two master tracks by my favorite band, Rush). I was eager to try them out, and our daughter was quiet and content after a bath. So my wife and baby sat together and I plugged in my fake plastic guitar.
I wasn't a third of the way through Closer to the Heart before Evelyn was crying and fussing.
I hope this isn't a pattern :).
I want at least a few years of my child enjoying what I enjoy before she turns into a terrible teenager who hates everything I like just to spite me.
Maybe I should give her longer than three weeks, eh?
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