Apparently the two-year-old has figured out how to navigate the IMac.
"Yah, I'm the stuff."

He starts with nice, age appropriate things like learning letters...


...and ends with YouTube videos of the Beatles. Every time.

It hit me like a ton of bricks this week: My kid is going to be in a rock band, there's just no way around it.
And then this occurred to me: The band always practices at the drummer's house.
Heaven help me.
4 comments:
Heaven help your neighbors!! :)
I had the same thought this week when I found Blake watching videos on youtube. Where do we even start with parental controls? And I think it would be awesome if Bode was in a rock band. Rock star name, Bob's talent, your class, Andy's...somethin -- he's destined.
With that little lisp of his, maybe he will be the lead singer like me.
LOL! Don't let him find my son's Youtube stuff...
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