On being a rock star

We're doing a mini-tour of northern europe - really, just Amsterdam, Düsseldorf, and Edinburgh. I'm attending the IASSIST 2005 conference in Edinburgh, but we're trying to give the girls a little bit of the flavor of some decidedly non-USA places. That said, in Amsterdam, Laurel needed a bit of comfort food. I couldn't stomach the idea of going to McDonalds (literally), and so instead we went to the Hard Rock Cafe, which is at least an epsilon less offensive than american fast food. There were videos running on TVs on the wall, which Laurel found interesting. She was watching a video and then turned to me and said "You're in a band, right, Daddy?" I said "yes, I'm in a band called Daisy Cutter." She smiled and said "You're a rock star, daddy!", and went back to her burger.

Sometimes being a parent is surprisingly rewarding.