Last week, while bathing my four-year-old firecracker, Jaderbug, she informs me that she wants to be "a rock star" when she grows up. This is the unfortunate by-product of the replacement of the batteries in her pink Barbie "buitar" (guitar), which was a birthday gift from her Aunt Kim.
Jade has spoken of being (in no particular order): (1) a ballerina; (2) a dancer; (3) a princess; and now, a rock star, when she grows up. Of the potential careers she has dreamed of, the only one that seems viable is the latter, as she has a beautiful singing voice and is nearly always in tune.
Ballerina and dancer are out, Baby Girl. You're too klutzy and accident-prone for that line of work.
And, I'm sorry to report that princess is not in your future, either, Precious. Unless you happen to move to Europe and marry into it, and Mommy would miss you so much, you'd have to let me and Daddy move into the palace.
Dwayne is notorious for snapping photos of all of us and Jade has grown to be quite shy whenever the camera comes out. I wanted to get some video of Jaderbug playing her buitar and singing, so I told her that if she wanted to be a rock star, she'd need to learn how to make music videos. Here's what I captured...
Jaderbug, The Rock Star.
