There’s no accounting for musical taste. This morning Z was a little upset. I decided to put on some music for him. First selection: Big Red Car.
A little voice responds, with a tremor. “Dad.”
I ask, “Zack, what is it?”
“I don’t want this on. I want your music.”
“OK.” Takes CD out. Replaces it. “Is this any better?”
He sounds much brighter. “Good!”