This summer, my friend/teacher/rock star neighbour asked me if he could use my kid in a music video for one of his band’s latest songs. His charming daughter and my boy have been good friends since they were tiny babes, and they’re both cute as the dickens, so his idea of “kids gone wild” was a good one. Plus, I adore my neighbour and his family, and I would do anything I can to help him, anytime. So I left my kid in his capable hands, and here’s what happened:
There are all kind of haters of this thing, admonishing our parenting skills, and giving us crap about wrecking little kids, and the problems with evil, and blah, blah, effing blah… you know what kind of parent lets her kid do this kind of thing? Well, THIS kind of parent would and did. The kind that feels secure that her kid knows what “pretend” is, and he had the time of his life being “the bad kid doing bad things” because he knows the difference between right and wrong, and anyway, I have it on pretty good authority that heaven will still have my sweet baby when he’s a very old man, despite his mother’s shenanigans with neighbour-cohorts. I am not worried. (The baby Jesus only has a thing with me, and not the children, as far as I can tell.)
And the video is awesome, as well as the song… Five Oh, by Boo Hoo. It’s rad, dudes.
And anyone who doesn’t like it can just suck it.