My daughter snapped this shot of Aimee Mann performing a free show in Albany's Washington Park. What it lacks in technique is, I think, more than covered by expressiveness and fun.
My kid likes Aimee Mann, and likes to dance.
Plus, you know, she just graduated kindergarten.
So, to the press photographer who made such a big fucking deal about my kid, all three and a half feet of her, standing in front of you and making you--gasp!--rise out of your plastic chair at the free show and actually STAND to get your shot over the dancing 6-year-old:
You're a hack.
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Yeah it's funny how quick that kind of thing gets you're blood boiling once you're a parent. Ain had to physically restrain me in Hudson the other week when a waitress lectured Grammy DIRECTLY to his FACE about leaving a faint hand-print on the mirror next to our table.
I'm listening to "One on One" by Hall and Oates right now and it's giving me vivid full-sensory memory of having chicken pox at my grandparent's house and listening to their clock-radio all day for two weeks.
They don't let kids get chicken pox anymore. Maybe that's why kids feel it's their right to go around smearing food on other people's mirrors.
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Word. Some years ago, I took the kid to a Dan Zanes concert and her mom tagged along and offered to take us out to lunch as an expression of gratitude. Those were tempestuous times, so I had some trepidation, but agreed. We went to Olive Garden when the concert ended, at 3 in the afternoon. Figured that was safe. When we were leaving the senior citizen behind us, said, "Thank God." I asked if she were talking to me. And she said, "Yes. She [my kid] didn't shut up the whole time." I've never before wanted to punch a senior citizen. Instead, I left her to contend with my kid's mom. As I walked away, I heard this: "You're an old lady and you're gonna die soon--and you're going to hell!" Shouldn't mess with people's kids.
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