She’s A Thinker! And A Stinker

I was driving in the car with my family on Sunday morning and Elvis was on the radio. 

For the record, my wife hates any music that was not released before 1980 so to even have Elvis playing was a torture for her and one that I relished in giving.  There is a local oldies station that plays Elvis on Sunday mornings that I will sometimes tune into just because I know the wife hates it. 

We, my wife and I, also agreed to a rule back when we were dating called Drivers Rule.  The rule is that the driver gets to pick the music because the last thing you need is a distracted driver because of bad music playing.

Sunday morning I wanted to listen to Elvis.  This lead to a discussion with my 9 year old daughter about who Elvis was and how he impacted music.  I told her that in the old days, dancing on stage to music was not allowed and Elvis liked to dance, to sway his hips and gyrate to the music as he played and sang his hits.  Basically, he broke the rules to change the rules.

As soon as I said that I knew that with my daughter it was the wrong thing to say. 

My daughter said nothing for the longest time.  I could tell she was thinking and processing what I just said.  I was hoping, that maybe she didn’t get what I had said and it didn’t impact her like I thought it would. 

I was wrong.

“So, if I chew gum at school all the time when we are not supposed to I might be able to get the rules changed so that we can chew gum?” 

Driving Rules or not, I think I just lost my chances to listen to Elvis on Sunday Mornings.