Guitar Hero Stories

I'm starting to journal notes about Guitar Hero at my house. Its worthy of publishing. Here you go:

Max just said he was going to play a song for Valentines Day:
"Get it mom, Sunshine of your LOVE! There's another one on here too, it's called Talk Dirty to Me."

"Uh - well, Oh. Okay. Why is that a love song?"

"Because, well, I'll play it and you'll see."

Maybe it's the neon sign of a stripper on a pole in the back ground.
Or that time we were in the car on the way home and Max asked me,
"Mom, do you have a small bra you don't wear any more."

"Well, no, mommy wears her small bras. And I don't wear them out really. So..."

Fine, what I really said was,
"Uh no. Why?"

"Well, I was just wondering when we play guitar hero, Lucy could wear one of your bras like the girl on the game."

"Well, sure Max. But you'll have to get your head shaved and a few tattoos like the guy on the game too."

Or what I really said was,
"Uh - no. You'll have to play the game fully clothed or not at all."

Maybe we should get a more kid friendly version. I just didn't want them to learn stupid Disney songs. Is that so wrong? We picked this particular Guitar Hero version for the rockesque songs. Is it bad that I'm impressed he can rock out Devil Went Down to Georgia? I doubted him. And he can do it.

That's how I roll.