The Revenge of the Celtic Forbears; Also Guinea Pigs

As a young lad growing up in Irish Boston (mostly Irish and Scottish myself), there was nothing I hated more than Irish and Scottish music, along with those awful bagpipes and freckled children in plaid dresses - the boys too - hopping up and down to that same hated drone.

But some things skip a generation.

This morning, Ian was in the living room, playing a Scottish CD that we have, twirling and whirling and leaping, with his arms stretched out. Daniel had a similar dance underway.

Meanwhile, the guinea pigs and rabbit were in the garage, as a temporary measure because we had company over yesterday.

While the boys were dancing, with the fiddle-music blasting away, I noticed that the door from the family room to the garage was open, so I went over to close it. At that point, Ian shed light on why the door was open:

"Daddy, I did that so that the animals could hear it too."

(September 6, 2010)