My daughter betrayed me. I'll say it doesn't hurt, but truthfully, it hurts a lot.

My daughter - who is in first grade - told her friends at school that I was a DJ.

Her friends, most sensibly, were impressed. They made the motion that DJ's make when scratching records and asked, "Does he do wiki-wiki?" 

"What'd you say?" I asked.

"I told them that you weren't that cool." Then she looked me in the eye and said, "You're not that cool, Daddy."

What the hell does she know? She's in freakin' first grade.

For the record, I can certainly scratch as her friends described, but I do so digitally and not often. I'm a wedding DJ. It's more about management of the wedding, establishing fast and productive relationships with people, and coordination of services.

Much less about my slick mixes and cool jams.