Good Music Is Universal

What I learned today was that even though I'm supposed to listen to nursery rhymes and kiddy music, I really like what Wyatt rocks out to. When we're in the car, Wyatt demands that we listen to The Beatles and Cee-Lo and Stevie Wonder and Chuck Berry and all these bands that not even an almost three-year-old should. But he does. And I love that he loves it because, secretly, when nobody's watching, I rock out to them too. It's not the bumpy road beneath us that's bopping my head. It's the beat you just can't beat.

Freebird!