So check out what happened when my youngest daughter, Randy (15), and I were out raking in the front yard this afternoon. The kids are still on a mini-Easter break through today, so we had to get the lawn raked.
My truck was parked in the street in front of my house. We live two houses from a cul-de-sac so we don’t get much traffic, but a drivers ed car came down our block and used my truck to practice parallel parking. As soon as the car pulled up next to my truck, I told Randy, “let’s make like we’re in a band.” No, I don’t have a good reason, I just figured we’d give the driver students something more interesting to look at than a dad and daughter raking.
I told Randy that she could make believe her rake is a guitar and I’d make believe my rake is a microphone. Of course I demonstrated this right in the middle of the yard, facing the street, in full view of the car and its occupants, while Randy kept hitting me and telling me to stop. To demonstrate the guitar, I played some Peter Frampton on my rake; and to demonstrate the microphone, I did “Beth” by Kiss. This went on for only a couple minutes, though Randy will tell you that it was longer.
Then the car pulled away, went around the cul-de-sac and as it passed by our house again on its way out, I finished up the rafrain from “Beth” on my rake. Randy wasn’t happy, though we figured my little regression to adolescence was over.
Well, just a little while ago, one of Randy’s friends sent her a message on Facebook that started, “hey Randy, you know that drivers ed car that was in front of your house today…”
Nope, it hadn’t dawned on me that Randy’s 15, and since most kids in a drivers ed car are also 15, that maybe they know her. Oh well. I guess I gave her something to look forward to when she goes to school tomorrow. I’m sure the kid won’t tell anyone.