The views of a rabble-rouser and former stay-at-home dad on protests, politics, parenthood, groupthink, and music.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Born for the Game
My little boy loves hip-hop.
The evidence: he laughs every time I do my weak human beatbox. Today I looked at him and, using the proper hand movement, did a little turntable scratch noise. "Chicka chicka chicka." He got a big grin on his face.