April 01, 2015


We had tickets to Les Miz tonight and Bones wasn't feeling well, so my husband and I took separate vehicles. We decided if Bones felt poorly at intermission, I'd take him home.

On our way to the theatre, he started talking to me about music, as he is apt to do. He has a fascination with my time in the 80s, which for the record, was uneventful.

Fun, but uneventful.

He also seems to think we all lived a life out of Footloose, but that's another story.

So this conversation today, went something like this, as best as I can recall. A song by Journey was on the radio.

Bones: So did you listen to Journey?

Me: Not so much. I didn't love Journey. Maybe some REO Speedwagon, some Styx. Not so much Journey.

Bones: Hunh. What else did you listen to? Simple Minds?

Me: Meh, yeah, I liked them. I listened to The Police. My Junior English teacher taught poetry using music written by Sting.

Bones: Sting? There was a singer names... Sting?

*nearly driving my car off the road as he's never heard of Sting.*

Me (aghast): Yes. There is A singer named STING. Good grief. And she taught poetry because song writers are essentially poets, so she loved his stuff and used him.

Bones: Heh. Sting. Did he wear make up?

*nearly having a heart attack that he thought Sting wore make up*

Me: Good Lord no. Bones, Google Sting. You'll see what he looks like.

Bones: Mom, he won't show up in Google. Sting the WWE wrestler will, because he's all big right now.

*feeling light headed, wondering if I'm going to stroke out to the blasphemy of it all*

Me: Son, google Sting. I suspect he will show up in Google. I STRONGLY suspect he will show up over your Sting Wrestler guy.

*Bones googles Sting*

I glanced over my shoulder where he had his phone.

Me: Well, look at that. Every single picture is MY Sting. Every.single.one....

Bones: Hunh. Well, here is mine. He is wearing make up. That's why I wondered if Sting the singer wore make up. Maybe the wrestler got it from him,

Me, glancing back over: No. Your Sting looks like he got it from Kiss... who I did not listen to.

Good grief. He didn't know who Sting was and was SURE that Sting would not show up in Google... because the WWE guy was famous and all.


Posted by Boudicca at April 1, 2015 10:40 PM

Bones being Bones.

I can just imagine what he will think when he reads these entries after he turns 25 or 30.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 2, 2015 06:26 AM

I'm going to be laughing about this all day. Can just imagine the look on your face when Bones asked who Sting was!!

I do sincerely hope that you are now inundating him with all things Sting and The Police? ;-)

Posted by: Nina at April 2, 2015 09:10 AM

That reminds me of my thoughts the first time I heard "The Beatles" referred to as "Paul McCartney's old band."

Posted by: Pogue at April 2, 2015 09:45 AM

Thomas, I am considering printing all this stuff for them and putting it in a book.

Nina, we immediately listened to Canary in a Coal Mine!

Pogue, ack!

Posted by: Bou at April 2, 2015 09:55 AM

There was once a group called "The Doors". (I'm pretty sure they were installed by "The Carpenters".)

Posted by: Bob Williamson at April 2, 2015 06:47 PM

Definitely printed.

That way his future wife, children, and grandchildren can share in the awesomeness that is younger Bones.

Of course, they will recognize him immediately without any external clues as to who R, T & B are.

Posted by: The Thomas at April 3, 2015 09:41 AM