My kid loves Duran Duran, so much so that I'm expecting the next thing out of her mouth to be why Simon LeBon is so much cuter than John Taylor.
(OK, maybe not quite that much. But close.)
Take this exchange. The stage: the car, on the way home after a long day of work/daycare. I had been chatting with my brother via bluetooth, with my iphone connected to the stereo, when I turned the engine over after getting gas. This resulted in a weird error where the music started playing in the bluetooth adapter.
Shelley: "Can you hear that?"
Shelley's Brother: "What?"
S: "The Duran Duran?"
SB, singing: "'Her name is Rio, and she dances on the sand...'"
S: "No, it was the 'Wild Boys.'"
SB, still singing: "'Wild Boys! Wild Boys! Wild Boys!"
I called him back, fixing the sound bug, and we chatted for another 20 minutes or so. The music came back on, and a few more songs played. Then, from the back of the car:
Peach: "More Wild Boys, please."
S: "What did you say?"
Peach, emphatically: "More Wild Boys, PLEASE."
And since then, that is the only song she wants to hear. I have listened to "The Wild Boys" more in the last week than I did in all of 1984.
God help me: for diversity, I may have to introduce her to Wild Boys remixes.
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