This morning Paul and I enjoyed a cup of freshly brewed coffee while we managed the tasks of packing lunches and fixing breakfast.
We were enjoying pleasant conversation when Paul interrupted the train of thought with, "the volume wars have begun."
I was a bit perplexed.
He followed the comment with, "Do you hear that?" I have to admit that I am able to tune out almost anything. My mom called it selective hearing when I was growing up. I like to think of it as an incredible ability to concentrate.
I paused, listened and realized that "WE WILL ROCK YOU!" was blaring out of a room in the distance.
I then focused further and realized that the Jonas Brothers were blaring at a similar level very nearby the before mentioned rock n' roll.
Paul laughing said, "You know who always wins the volume wars?"
I responded very hopefully yet in question form, "The Parents?!"
He proceeded upstairs to find Hunter in the bathroom with a very logical explanation to the volume. "Well dad, if I'm not in my room I can't hear it."
Maddy's response was similar in logic. "Well dad, Hunter's music was so loud, I had to turn mine up and shut the door so I could hear it."
Rest assured, Paul descended the stairs having won the battle. I wouldn't go as far as to say he won the war. Something tells me that remains to be seen.
Protected: Everybody’s daughter and her loss.
1 month ago