Nice.

Nice. It can mean so many things. But like soooo many other things, it totally depends on how you say it and not that you said it.

This past weekend we took the kids to a concert at the university I graduated from. It was homecoming. We also attended a parade where a friend of mine and I thought it would be fun to let seniors know that in _____ years they would be standing there with their children (her 2, my 3). I don't think they realize what they are in for. Anyway, back to the concert.

I would really like my kids to have a little culture in them. This concert featured most of the musical groups the university has to offer along with some faculty solos. Most of the music was classical. I had Monkey Man on my lap for part of it. As we watched the concert band play, I whispered "Nice! This is nice."

Then he proceded to say "nice" throughout the rest of the piece. I don't think anyone heard him as we were sitting pretty far from civilization and the piece was not quiet.

Fast forward to this afternoon when as I rushed to take off his diaper because he had to "potty". He had already made a deposit which I accidentally dropped on the bathroom floor in my haste. I muttered "nice." and started cleaning it up. From the potty I head "nice!" and as I look up he is pointing to the mess saying "nice!"

I can only imagine how he views classical music now...if both are nice...

Zoo pictures coming...I promise.