Coolest Dad, Ever

On the way to school, The Boy mentioned that the girls in his 4th grade class would choose a song every week, and then they would sing it over and over.

It was annoying, as that what girls are (of course).

I asked if they were singing the new Lady Ga Ga.

“Which one?” he asked.

“Y’know, ‘My Photograph.'”

“Which one is that?” he asked, perplexed.

Me singing… “My-my-my-my-my Pho-to-graph. My-my-my-my-my Pho-to-graph.”

He had this quizzical expression, the way a dog looks at you when you are showing off your use of opposable thumbs.

“You mean ‘Pokerface?'”

“Uh… yeah…”

I’m so cool.