Smallhouse Log

Inauguration Day

So the most hilarious thing to happen when I was in South Dakota for (most of) Christmas was the day Dylan decided to play a video game. He announced his intention by ambling downstairs, planting his feet, putting his fists on his hips, and and saying in a calm, level voice, "Drew, I want to play a videogame." The list of choices was quickly run down, with each offering rejected in turn. Eventually, Dylan was forced to concede that, OK, maybe he didn't want to play if those were all the options on hand. Drew replied, "Oh! There's always Rock Band."

So Rock Band was put into operation. I wandered upstairs, where my dad asks me what is up with all that hootin' and hollerin' down there. I try to explain it to him, but he decides he must see it for himself. So downstairs we go. My brothers, finishing up their song, hear my Dad coming down the stairs, and the same notion strikes everyone at once: Dad should totally play Rock Band. So Drew sets him up with the microphone, and Dylan tries to find a song old enough that Pops would know it.

Seeing my dad belt "Spirit in the Sky" was fantastic enough, but when we ran out of songs he knew, then the hilarity really started. I hadn't seen him have so much fun in years.

Way to go, technology.

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