Rosey received an MP3 player from her Dad LAST CHRISTMAS and last night brought it home from his house unopened.
She then proceeded to annoy us until we figured it out and uploaded songs onto it. And by 'us' I mean she proceeded to annoy Jeremiah until he figured it out and uploaded songs onto it. It turned out that the brand she had was the same as Jeremiah's old MP3 player and he didn't have to upload a new driver etc...etc...and we were all spared from hearing a few choice swear words during his inevitable frustrations.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!!!" is his favorite exclamation.
Regardless, I was upstairs 'working' in my 'studio' and was listening to Rose and Jeremiah search through my music on the home computer.
Sadly for all of us, out of hundreds of songs, Rose could only pick 20. 20 songs out of all of my songs!!!!!
She loves The Killers and I happened to have a few of their songs, so that saved the day. Two Britney Spears songs (leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), one Evanescence song and some other 'pop' songs that I didn't even know I had.
The conversation was pretty funny to me from upstairs though. Jeremiah was paging through my songs and it pretty much went like this:
"Rose, I'm not sure if there's anything you like on here..."
"Just keep looking."
Jeremiah sighs very deeply and continues, "Ok...Ben Folds...Ben Folds....Ben Folds....Cake...Ben Folds...Bob Dylan....Ben Folds..."
Rose yells up the stairs:
"GEEZ! MOM! You don't have much variety here!" She's so whiny it hurts.
"ROSEY! I wasn't prepared to have a ten year old looking through my songs. MY SONGS being the imperial words."
Jeremiah laughs, loudly,"Erin, you're using imperial incorrectly in that sentence."
"Look it up, Mister Smarty Pants. Imperial is one of those words that can be applied in any sentence, really..." I am obviously certain that he is right.
"Ok ok ok." Rosey begins to acquiesce, "I like a few Ben Folds songs, I just don't know the names of them. Can we play through them and I'll tell you which ones I like?"
Jeremiah is a pillar of strength and patience here. After sorting through five or six Ben Folds albums Rosey picks two songs.
"I'm sorry I didn't pick more...Mom just listens to the rest of them over and over again...I'm so sick of Ben Folds."
I can't hear Jeremiah's response, but I assume his curly crowned head is bobbing up and down in solemn agreement.
So here I am first thing the next morning, searching through Amazon's free MP3's for songs my 10 year old daughter would like. Yes, I'm cheap.
There's a deal on the download of Ben Fold's new album! Score!
I guess Rosey is just going to have to learn not to be sick of Ben Folds anymore.