My kid the headbanger

I'm just more and more amused by mini-me. It's been... well.... stressful lately. I mean *really. So last night I picked up Michela (late!) and she asked me to turn on the radio. "I want rock and roll, Mommy!" On Thursdays the local rock station plays threefers. What luck to turn it on just as a set of AC/DC came on! I cranked it and rolled down the windows and we flew home. (For some reason, good metal music makes my car go faster). I looked in the rear view and there she was, head banging, playing air drums and just getting it on to "Highway to Hell"! She is so my kid! She wouldn't let me turn off the car until the whole set was finished.

She also adores Peter Frampton and Zeppelin, thinks Ozzy and the Monkees are okay, and hates Kiss. HAH!

I am SO going to burn in hell. Bring the marshmallows!