Just Let It Be

(My wife gives me the ‘Beatles’ Number One’ album. I immediately put it on my stereo and play it loud. My teenage daughter makes a disgusting face.)

Daughter: “Dad, its bad enough that’s music I hear on commercials, but do you have to play that old stuff so loud?”

Me: “Let me tell you something. When I was your age, my mother, said to me that when I grew up and I had my own home, I could play whatever I want as loud as I want.”

(I start pounding my chest.)

Me: “Now, you know what? This is my house! And this is my music! And I am going to play my music on my stereo in my house as loud as I want!”

(I crank up the volume. My daughter just stares at me, slowly shaking her head side to side.)