The kids and I were driving around with the radio on, belting out current sugar-pop hits like “What Makes You Beautiful” when the classic 80s Pat Benatar song “Love Is A Battlefield” came on.
Seizing the opportunity to enhance my children’s repertoire of music's best decade ever, I turned the volume up to bad-for-eardrums-but-not-loud-enough-for-the-permanent-damage-to-be-obvious-for-several-years-yet.
To their credit – and to my great pride – the kids loved it.
The song ended, and this was the conversation that ensued:
Bear: That song is called “Love is a Battlefield?”
Bear: Well, love isn’t a battlefield for me.
Me: What do you mean?
Bear: The song is saying that it’s hard to decide who you’re supposed to love. But that’s not the way it is for me.
Me: It’s not hard for you?
Bear: Nope. It’s easy. I met G and I thought she was beautiful. And I knew I loved her. And that’s that.
Bear just turned 6. G, who will be 5 soon, has been Bear’s “girlfriend” for almost 2 years now. They say the ability to commit is something that comes with age and maturity...
As Forest Gump would state, "That's all I have to say about that."