Guitar Hero
Posted on June 25, 2008
Filed Under scarey things, bunny, humor |
So “the boy” wants to be a rock-star when he grows up. He has no other career plans as of late. So we decided that if he wants to “rock the house”? He probably needs to, you know, learn a musical instrument.
He was angling for the drums or the electric guitar. We made a deal. He can have the coveted electric guitar when he turns eight IF he sticks with the guitar lessons. So now he’s learning the strings and notes. Watching him jam out with his itty bitty guitar while making up songs about soccer, Star Wars, cats, the Wii, the dog, and his best friends? Cuteness of legendary proportions.
But if he ever hits the big time, I’ll probably have to stop calling him “Bunny” – especially in front of his bandmates, manager and groupies. Because, you know, how badass is it when your mom walks into a room and says things like, “Bunny! Wash your hands before you eat anything in Saturday Night Live’s Green Room. And don’t leave crumbs on their sofa” Or, “Bunny! Did you put your dirty underwear in the hamper while you were in the tour bus? I’m not picking it up for you!”
Perhaps I’m over-exaggerating on those points, but I can totally see me saying, “You lost your pic pouch again? Bunny! You’re 24 years old. I’m not always going to be around to keep track of that for you!” Or, “You shouldn’t wear your black leather pants that tight. Everyone’s can see your ‘junk’. Besides, I want grandchildren someday.”
He already gets the “drugs make you do stupid things so don’t ever do them” spiel every now and again. But if he starts performing in front of an audience of non-relatives, I may have to give him the “keep it in your pants and stay away from skanky ho’s” speech.
Don’t think I won’t.
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We should get our kids together more often. My son can drum in your son’s garage band.
I LOVE YOU BUNNY!!!!!!! *screams faints*
I think the keep it in your pants speech is a requirement for motherhood!
I bet he’s cute with that guitar…let’s see some photos!
My boys could care less about music unless it’s on the radio. I don’t foresee instruments or rock-star status in their future.
For some reason I’m thinking Bunny and the Jets..

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The keep it in your pants is really awesomely fun when every other weekend they go to their STILL wanna-be rockstar dad’s house who STILL is looking for skanky hos.
I try, try, try and pray like mad they see how sad that is.
You are so funny! BTW, You have to check out our new bunny! I kid you, NOT!! LOL!! Hugs!
I loved this: Cuteness of legendary proportions.
LOL at the tour bus ride! Yup, that’s sounds like me
Thank you for the winnings!
i SO am pleading with you to never stop referring to him as Bunny when he’s fronting a big-name band.
because that? will kick the most ass EVER.
xoox
p.s. please let me know when Bunny and Jae’s son start gigging; I wanna come.
Good for you for making him learn notes and music before he plugs in!
And I wouldn’t stop calling him “Bunny.” Every rock star needs humbling moments and endearing mommy nicknames are a sure bet.
did you ever see 8 Mile? Didn’t Eminmem’s mom call him bunny? or was it rabbit?
I am thinking if when said son is on the road and you call out “Bunny” instead of him turning to answer you some Pamela Anderson-esque chick will turn around…cause every rock star needs a hot Playboy centerfold on his arm.
If I might say… every child should learn a musical instrument it has been proven those who play instruments are better students–it teaches focus and concentration.
Come on… did you forget Echo and the Bunnyman? he could totally rock the ‘Bunny’. The leather pants speech will be priceless!!
Oh, this made me laugh!
In your defense, I’m sure Slash’s mom still called him something like “Saulie Boy” her entire life.
And on a personal front, my dad still calls me “Diddle.” Am I 33 years old? Uh, yeah. Do I still answer to it? Of COURSE.
I’m loving you calling him Bunny when he’s 24 and wearing leather pants!