My 19 year-old daughter wears her heart on her sleeve. I never wonder how she feels about things, because she tells me, in full (and sometimes graphic) detail. I've learned, for example, way too much about how much she's enjoying college. To the point where I told her last weekend that it wasn't necessary to try to live the entire undergrad experience in one semester.
Her 16 year-old sister is another animal altogether. Most of our conversations consist of me asking questions and getting a grunt or an eyeroll in return. I piece together things about her life from her friends and their parents. For example, I learned recently that she's aggressively woke online, a raging lefty who takes no shit. Had no idea. Good parenting. Some of our best interactions, though, involve music. She loves Harry Styles, and so she likes telling me about his stuff (and the other One Direction fellas). I take what I can get.
So imagine my delight (and emotions) when my older daughter texted me a Spotify link to a playlist called 'cool dad', made by my little one. It's a mix of stuff that's in her wheelhouse (Louis Tomlinson from the aforementioned One Direction, for instance) and stuff that I've turned her onto that I had no idea had penetrated her awareness (The Connells! Wilco! The Clash! Son Volt! The Housemartins! The Avett Brothers!)
It was a good day, y'all. Enjoy cool dad, courtesy of my grumpy youngun.
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