"Dad, I'm Better Than You"

A few weeks ago, my son invited me to play "air bass" with him. Not "air guitar" mind you, "air bass." Now keep in mind that I play bass. I play upright bass (bass violin if you use a bow), as well as bass guitar. There are lots of guys that I know personally who play better than I do. Most people I know play better than I do. But, that's okay. I hold my own. I do nothing fancy. I consider myself to be parr with Michael Anthony, except I can't sing backup, I don't own a Jack Daniels bass, and I don't tour much. I can keep the low frequency rythm going though. And, I guess that is all that counts.

So, I get invited to play air bass with my son Sam. He is in the middle of totally rocking out. His bass is slung low. He's got a good stance. Feet spread apart. He looks at me and says, "Dad, I am better than you." What the heck?? He's five for crying outloud. Just because he his bass is slung low and he has a sweet stance makes him better than me?? Well, maybe that all it takes.