Cutest Boy Ever

I got a phone call from the cutest boy ever yesterday. We have so many things in common . . . similar taste in music, we both like to play on the beach, we like to run, on and on the commonalities go. Did I mention he’s five?

He called with a special request . . . could I please make him a Rihanna CD? The kid knows his music. Last time I visited I brought Lady Gaga with me which was a huge hit. While driving around in Hawaii we had a great time listening to the hip hop stations (when we weren’t listening to Lady Gaga). Like I mentioned before, we have very similar tastes in music, although mine is slightly more eclectic, which likely comes with age. I haven’t quite figured out if enjoying the same taste in music makes him a really cool five-year old or me a really lame late twenties something year old. Or both.

Here’s the thing though, he doesn’t just like the music – he actually knows quite a lot of the lyrics. A kid after my own heart. I had a college roommate that once told me her goal in life was to know all the lyrics to songs like I do. I think I have a protégé in the making with my favorite five-year old. The best part of the whole conversation was not only did he know which CD he wanted, he had it all planned out how I could get it to him. He’s going to pick it up when his family drives through Portland in a couple weeks.

I love people that enjoy music as much as I do, and its amazing to me that he likes music as such a young age. Although if I’m going to be sharing my iPod playlist with someone so young, I should probably start thinking about buying the non-explicit albums. So far the worst thing I’ve taught he and his sister to say is “pardon me?” and I’d kind of like to keep it that way. None the less, the Rihanna CD will be made and ready to go for him when he gets to Portland.