Friday, March 30
My little girl...
My daughter is 11 years old going on 25.For probably 4 or 5 years Meghan and I have had a Tuesday night tradition of watching the show ‘Gilmore Girls’ together. (Go ahead, let the mocking begin, but I like the show. I like the dialogue, the wittiness, etc)
A memory that will be so powerful and lasting is that of sitting with my daughter and singing the theme song of the show (Carole King’s “Where You Lead”) at the top of our lungs each and every week.
Well, my little girl is growing up.
We’ve had to start taping Gilmore Girls and watching it sometime later in the week because, yes, it comes on at the same time as ‘American Idol’. And much to my chagrin, my daughter has evidently succumbed to the American idol that is American Idol.
And you know what…that’s okay.
I’m definitely not a reality show kind of guy…but it’s amazing what you’ll do for your little girl. It’s not quite the same, but Tuesday nights are still set aside to sit with my daughter and watch one of her favorite shows. The dialogue is not nearly as clever (in fact, it’s somewhat nauseating) but you only have so many Tuesday nights with your kids.
By the way, if I’m not mistaken, isn’t that Sanjaya guy Jack Black’s partner on Nacho Libre?
Mark Nelson at 11:57 AM 3comments
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at 11:39 PM
said... Are you suggesting that the only reason an adult male should watch American Idol is to make his daughter happy? I've had about enough of your condescending tone towards reality TV. American Idol rocks. I'm not ashamed.
If watching it is wrong, I don't want to be right.-
at 3:21 PM
Mark Nelson said... Greg...whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the day...
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at 11:09 AM
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I thought of this blog last night. I have 9 year old daughter named Kerri who seems much older and smarter than she should be. While I don't "do" American Idol, I found myself on the couch last night watching "Hannah Montana" with Kerri (I have yet to be able to make it through "Thats So Raven").
Hannah Montana is a cute show at times (poor Billy Ray Cyrus) and rather cheesy most of the time. But the half hour with my 9 year old is, to quote a credit card commercial, "priceless".