My 4-year-old daughter is sneaking out of her room at night and working at Raves. There is no other explanation for her desire to be DJ Jazzy Jeff on a Friday night. She came to me out of the blue and demanded I make a turntable. She didn’t know what it was called. So, she used mime to help me understand. After a few incorrect guesses (Pet the dog? Wash the floors? ) I figured it out. She wanted to spin records which is funny because she doesn’t even know what a record is. As a matter of fact, she calls CDs “DVDs.” I still have my CD’s arranged in a binder. I refuse to get rid of them. I am certain this digital thing won’t last forever. I’m holding out for a VHS comeback, too. On a side note, am I the only one who thinks it is odd that DJs use iPods? If you’re not scratching records do you really deserve the DJ title? Aren’t you just a guy pressing play at a wedding?
My daughter (allegedly) doesn’t remember where she saw turntables. If I learned anything from the movie “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” it’s that daughters lie to their strict fathers and sneak out of their room to meet boys at dance studios so they can win a competition to be on national TV. Either my pre-schooler is chasing some crazy dream like Sarah Jessica Parker or she saw Twist spin on “The Freshbeat Band.” It’s one or the other.
She hadn’t been feeling well all day. So, when she asked me to make her a turntable I couldn’t say no. I grabbed a cereal box, scissors, paper, etc. and my imagination. This is what I came up with:
I know, not bad, right?
It took longer to make than the total amount of time she played with it. The look on her face, as she mixed a Sofia the First song, was worth it. Now, I’m going to cut down the branches outside her bedroom window. (High five if you get the significance of that last line.)