Little Heroes

As soon as it came out, Cindy bought Aerosmith's Guitar Hero. Having never played a video game, never touching a guitar in her life, and being way too old, she was surprised to learn she wasn't good at it. Liam, however, plays video games on a daily basis, is way too young, and has built-in moshing genes. Therefore: he rocks! Short of beating Joe Perry, he has mastered the game, aldready.

So, today, we pick up a copy of Guitar Hero: Legends Of Rock. Shortly thereafter, I discover that nothing makes a man's heart break in half like watching his son jam out and bang his head to IRON MAIDEN! If it that were not enough, my wee girl Meg reaches over and starts rocking the "whammy bar." Then my little guitar heroes tore up a set of Number Of The Beast and followed it with a slightly restrained (but very jammerific) version of One, by Metallica.

It was a thing of beauty.

And as I turned around to call Roger (to share the thrill of the moment with him (as Cindy couldn't appreciate the true sense of love and adoration I had reached)) I saw the hudled masses behind me were also moshing and thrusting their arms violently in a sign of respect. And there was much rejoicing.