when we rock...

Here in the Kaos house when we rock, we do it as a family. Not just because the family that plays together stays together or something like that but because it's fun and hanging out with K when she goes to a certain pirate show enables me to do the same.Today was a

Captain Bogg & Salty

concert in our local park. K wanted to go but I HAD to go. I love to lay in the shade with the cool grass between my naked toes, staring at the sky and listening to the crooning of the pirate band. I love to jump and dance, sing and clap and sway in time to the music.It's a kids' show. It's a kids' concert. But in our house it was every bit as much for me. I painstakingly braided beads into K's hair (mine is too short for that right now). I put a unicorn tattoo on her forearm and got her dolled up in her best pirate gear.I am no longer allowed to wear pirate stuff to the concerts you see... It's embarrassing. No head scarf or big hoop earrings. No pirate t-shirt. No hats. For god's sake who wants to see their mom walk down the street looking like a pirate wench.Not K.That's for sure.But once we're there surrounded by the throng of adoring fans I become a little less embarrassing and a little more cool as we giggle and smile together hand in hand and she is a little more like the 5 year old that she is and less like the appalled teenager she tries to be and I can sit back and imagine what it would have been like to have a pirate rock band to listen to when I was her age...It wold have been just fine. But not as good, I think, as being 30 and listening to them with my girl.********This is a super duper late entry to a contest over at bumblebee sweet potato. If I had been more on it I would have written something a week ago when I was supposed to... but procrastination is something I do well.