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I don’t want to be another wave in the ocean

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Thanks John Bon Jovi, for writing this almost Justin Bieber like song that got stuck in Liam’s head, so now when he gets in the car he asks for that song, it is in actual fact called “Because we can”.

Liam gets up on the backseat and gets this pained expression on his face, like someone in desperate need of the loo, and he bops his head and he sings along, every single word, and he even plays some air guitar, and Liam being Liam and in love with vests (!) and always sporting some form of a temporary tattoo, looks like the quintessential rocker…

I have tried to introduce other music, but there is no hope, his playlist includes ACDC’s Thunder Struck, Money Talks, Hey Stoopid from Alice Cooper…Liam is like an old hippie rocker, he likes the classic stuff with lots of guitar and drums.  Oh, and Bad Medicine, same Bon Jovi.  Liam also recently acquired a neon belt with graffiti like words on, one being bad ass, he recons that the two of us are bad asses, like Bon Jovi.

On the one hand I should probably be thankful that he is not a One Direction fan, but goodness, one can only listen to Bon Jovi for so long.  I don’t want to be another wave in the ocean I am a rock not just another grain of sand, immediately followed by the Script singing You can move mountains you can break rocks. 

This brings me to another acute observation, boys and girls are born as boys and girls.  Luka naturally levitates towards pink, and fluffy stuff like Adel, Liam likes blue, vests, ROCK!  Ladies lock up your daughters, I fear we have a bad ass on our hands, sorry J

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