What do you do when your 9 year old monster falls in love with Radiohead's Creep (the explicit edition) and hums along
"I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special"
"I want you to notice
When I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special"
On one hand I love it, that the monster understands good music. Good genes mean good taste :-), or so I say.
On the other hand, I recoil with horror on what his school or social circle would say.
What a fuckin' conundrum, right?
:-) :-)
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