Like Father, Like Son

As I watch my children grow and change, I continually discover things about them...ways they are individuals and ways they are just like one of us. Just the other day I discovered something Joey has in common with my husband. See, Vic has always liked to rewrite songs, mess with lyrics. When the kids were all younger, he especially liked to screw up the lyrics of the theme songs to kids' shows. Dora Dora Dora the Explorer,
Boots and super-cool explorer Dora would become Dora, Dora, Dora the Explorer, Trying to find a way across the border.

While Joey and I were on our way to Tae Kwon Do the other night, Foreigner's Hot Blooded came on the radio. Joey's tendency to be like his dad combined with his love of the Percy Jackson and the Olympians books. Well, I'm hot blooded, check it and see, I got a fever of a hundred and three, Come on baby, do you do more than dance? I'm hot blooded, I'm hot blooded became Well, I'm half-blooded, check it and see, I got a sword skill of a hundred and three, Come on mister, can't you speak ancient Greek? 'Cause you're half-blooded, half-blooded.

I really hope he writes more.  I thought it was a stroke of brilliance.