12 June 2012
So I'm bringing home the kids after school today
My daughters in the back all happy and gay
She starts to chatter on, telling me her news
Telling me how she fell over as she points at the bruise
I'm telling her I really can't take a look
I'm driving...so I think I'm off the hook
Then she tells me she is wanting something
I couldn't hear her properly...my son loves to sing
He has '100 Of The Best Nursery Rhymes' on play
It don't sound cool in the car...so closed the windows stay
Then over the rhymes my daughter raises her voice
I have to listen to her, I don't have a choice
She informs me she wants something called an MPT
I'm thinking 'oh god what new gadget will this be?'
Another new thing thats going to make me feel old
Where the kids lose patience with me and scold
I ask her "what does this MPT thing do?"
She replies "it plays music and songs, it has ear phones too"
I'm wanting to dance around and shout WOOHOO
Yes...I know what my daughter is on about...can it be true?
I'm smiling all smugly at my daughter, like the cat who's got the cream
I want to saviour this moment..."MP3...is that what you mean?"
MPT • Opuss № I