I wanna rock...

Ronan and I occasionally play "Guitar Hero III" together on our Wii. This has become much easier since we bought a second guitar controller. We don't last too long in cooperative mode, as his arms don't really reach the strum bar and the note buttons at the same time. But he loves "rockin' out" with his dad.

Last night, Ronan stayed over at his Grandad and Grandma's house, but had a bad night, and had been up since 3:30 am. Which meant that by 7:30 tonight, he was pretty brittle. He was in good spirits and behaved well through dinner, so when he asked to play Guitar Hero with me, I gladly agreed. We told him "one song" only though before bedtime. He and I played "Slow Ride" twice, failing miserably to get farther than twenty bars into it before we were booed off the stage.

After that, Julie took over Ronan's guitar for one song with me (she's getting pretty good) and then we said it was time for him to go to bed. And thus provoked the funniest tantrum in his long history of tantrums.

"I don't WANNA go ta bed. I wanna ROCK! I WAH-HA-NAH ROCK!"
"I wanna ROCK! I don't WANNA go ta bed! I WAH-NA RO-HO-HO-CK!"

It's hard to carry a kicking, screaming rock star down the hallway to his bedroom when your sides are shaking with laughter, and he sobs and wails at the top of his voice:

"I wanna ROCK! I WAH-NA RO-HO-HO-CK!"