Bohemian Rhapsody

My sons Adam and Kevin share a birthday — five years apart.  Today Kevin turned 16 and Adam turned 11.  To celebrate, they and their two sisters, Sarah and Molly, joined me at the movies.  At my request (insistence, actually) we went to see Master and Commander — a movie that lived up to my high expectations.  The boys both loved it, as did Sarah; Molly, my youngest, got a bit bored/sleepy, but that was okay because it resulted in some cuddly lap time that's growing all too rare for poor Dad.

En route to a birthday shopping trip afterwards, Kevin fired up Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody" on the mp3 player and (without their realizing it) we recreated one of the scenes from "Wayne's World" — complete with head-bobbing and air-guitar licks.  It amazes me to hear the four of them singing along with classic 70s and 80s rock music.  It was one of those moments when you wish the rear-view mirror had a built-in camcorder.  Still, I am a lucky dad, and was reminded of it again tonight.