. . . because she is Joan Jett. After seeing one Christian rock band at the town food festival (gel-mohawk, wannabe Hootie-and-the-Blowfish singer and band) and one roots-folk band at an outdoor picnic, Lola knew what to do. She picked up her corn-popper (the ubiquitous blue and white vacuum-like toy of toddlers), put the bowl of it near her waist, put the "stem" up by her shoulder, and started fingering chords in a way more realistic than her mom could manage. Her dad has never been known to air-guitar either.
The true origin of Lola's rock-and-roll personality is hidden deep inside her mom's past. When I was in seventh grade in England, I earned some really poor "effort grades" (the equivalent of grades over here). I was called in by the headmistress of my year/class to discuss the problem. She asked me how I thought lack of attention to school would affect my future life. "It won't," I insisted in my obnoxious American accent, "because I'm going to be a rock star." At that point she gave me up as a lost cause and let me leave. Lola will never hear this story until she has safely reached her mid-twenties (or she has a record deal, offers Josh).--Kathryn
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