I insisted that we go and visit Graceland and do the whole Elvis thing while in Memphis. I mean really, can you even think of visiting and *not* doing this?
Austin did not really want to go. My "I live for music" kid...didn't want to go and learn about Elvis. He was not impressed with Elvis in the least and didn't get the whole Elvis adoration thing (no Elvis lover hate mail please-we all have our issues to work through).
He was appalled at the title "King of Rock" given to this man. I say to him, ok...so do it for research's sake and you can decide for sure how off they were to give him that title.
Then we visited Graceland. The first words out of the boy's mouth were, "He was a handsome man...I bet the ladies liked him some". Some????? Oh.My. We have a lot of work to do here.
As we moved through his house and he listened to the tour, I noticed that he was really..well, listening to the tour. He let me know when I needed to put my headphones back on to listen to the tour.
Halfway through, about the time we hit the tiger jumpsuit, I could see he was impressed. Dare I say, even inspired, by all of this. I thought to myself, while grinning in that smug way that Moms do...my work here is done.
Then we got back to the RV, and the boy started doing Elvis impressions. Complete with curled lip. And he showed us his Elvis dance moves. Except they looked more like Forest Gump than Elvis at this point. Oh.My. So I still have a bit more work to do here. It's a start though....he is at least thanking me...thanking me very much...for introducing him to Elvis.
You are welcome, Austin. Now please...stop dancing. Love, your short sighted Mom.