Too much PDA, esp. if you're old

Picked Jennifer up from school early today. She wasn't feeling well this am, but I guilted her into going to school, as I couldn't stay at home today.

So just before PE, I appear. She's hungry, since she skipped lunch, after declaring it gross, and remember that promise I made to take her to Jamba Juice? Ok, fine, off we go.

On the way out, we spot a couple, about Gary and I's age (61 and 49 if you must know) holding hands as they walk into the movie theater.

Ugh!, says my daughter, and she's not talking about the oatmeal.

"That couple is way too old to be holding hands," she sniffed.

"You hold hands with your boyfriend," I counter.

"That's different, we're young. When you get that old, you shouldnt' be holding hands," she said. "You and Dad don't hold hands."

Frankly I wish we did more of that.

"We did before you were born," I shot back.

"Ok," I add. "What about senior citizens? I've heard you say they're cute when they hold hands."

"Yeah, when you're really old," she said. "Then it's cute. Until then cut it out."

So, when you're about ready to die, it's okay to be romantic. Such a nice thought just before V-day.

Stevie who?

That was about the response from Jennifer, as Gary and I proudly told her this week we were taking her to a Stevie Wonder concert out at the White River Amphitheater in Auburn.

We had an extra ticket. Did she want to take a friend?

"None of them know who Stevie Wonder is, or care. It's only the old people that go and see him anymore. I don't have to go, do I?"

Well, since we already bought the ticket, yes you do.

While standing in line last night, waiting for the gates to open, Jennifer was taking stock of the line demographics.

"See, what did I tell you? Old. And white. What is with that? Didn't you say he was black? What songs does he sing again? Can I at least get some food?"

This stream of consciousness went on until we got inside the gate, and purchased her some $4 bottled water and a $8 hamburger. Once the concert began, fashionably late at 8:30 pm, some of the old folks, in the racially diverse crowd (she finally saw some folks who weren't white) began to dance, vigorously, in the grass, where we were, as well as in the stands.

Jennifer glared: Don't you dare.

I admit, it looked as if some of the dancers were going to drop of exhaustion before the end of the night, or hit someone in the face with their gyrating arms. It was mostly jazz and his new stuff, but toward the end, his golden oldies came out. And then Jennifer didn't want to leave, even when Gary and I threatened to dance.

She also started receiving texts from outraged friends who realized that she did have a ticket to the sold out concert, they loved Stevie and why didn't she invite them!