Missing: My Rockstar Street Cred

Any rockstar street cred I might have accumulated during my first 33 years of life is completely, utterly, totally blown to smithereens. 

My daughter and I were playing my guitar the other day.  We had a good groove going.  We were rockin' like Dokken and the Beast from the East.  Instinctively, my head started bobbing and I shot the devil horns.  I may or may not have screamed something to the effect of "rock on".  Regardless, I know what my daughter did - looked at me, smiled and laughed.  I tested it.  Each time I pulled the lame hair-metal band thing?  Laughter.  And not little giggles.  Full. On. Laughter. I must hang my rockstar head in shame.