Before Grayson was even born, Rob and I made a pact not to introduce him to music targeted at his age group. This fear of having the radio hijacked by the soundtrack to The Lion King was planted after riding in too many mini-vans with friends and having to yell out conversation over manic versions of Baby Beluga. If we had tried listening to something else, say NPR or even The Beatles, the kids in the backseat would scream until they either passed out or gagged all over the leather interior.
Two kids later and the pact is still holding firm in our mini-van. In fact, both kids often tell us to turn up the volume when we're listening to our music, and particularly love the song "New Shoes" by Paolo Nutini. Like magic, the music can cure the grumpiest of moods just by blasting it really loud and dancing together in the living room.
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