“Mum,
that music is so embarrassing!” declared Master Ten, winding up his window as
we were driving into town.
What
the heck?! We weren’t even in the vicinity of anyone hearing, we were driving
on an 80km straight. And since when did the roles reverse?
It
seemed like only yesterday I wrote about Master then-Five embarrassing US with
his music. Here’s an excerpt:
I must
say, they have good taste. Admittedly all the music is mine and the Jump Around
one’s a bit embarrassing, especially when Master Five insists on rolling down
the window
at the lights and turning up the volume.
Apparently
he did this to his father, much to his horror.
“We
were going through Cameron St Mall and someone opened their window and turned
up the music really loud,” he reported when they returned.
Why is
he telling me this? I wondered. Teenagers do that all the time.
Then I
realised he was talking about our son.
To be fair, the song I was playing this week wasn’t
too flash but I’d left my ipod at home and resorted to an old cd found in the
glove box.
We were on our way to visit Kiwi North at the time.
Miss Seven’s Brownies was spending the day at the museum in preparation for
ANZAC day and visiting the Kiwi house at the same time. I decided to take us
all up there for the day. The boys, usually at odds with one another, bonded
over this, being surrounded by ‘disgusting’ girls and all.
Master Seven is at an impressionable stage where he
will gauge his response to most situations off his older brother’s. The two of
them spent the first part sniggering away in the corner until we entered the Kiwi
house where they lost their inhibitions at the first sighting of a kiwi.
The Kiwi house, itself was fascinating. Despite there
being around 50-plus children, they remained in a unanimous silence as all eyes
stared transfixed to the glass windows. Inside, two kiwi were scurrying around
in the dark going about their business, seemingly unaware that over 100 eyes were
watching their every move. Adding to the thrill, it was feeding time and we got
to watch as they hid from the man placing their food by the glass windows and
as soon as he left, emerged, coming right up by us to eat.
Once
back outside in the light, the boys resumed their pink-cheeked giggling in the
corner before we headed into the museum to look at the impressive ANZAC
display.
Then
it was home time so, to the boys’ horror, I wound down the windows and cranked up
my embarrassing sounds as we drove past all the girls.