A quick story: there's an organic dairy farm a few miles from my house (actually within the city limits of Indianapolis, the 12th largest city in the country) that has a good farmers' market on Fridays, at which they serve a basic but very tasty dinner. A few weeks ago, we were waiting on line, when over the sound system came "Won't Give In." I turned to my five-year-old son (who is on the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum) and said, "You know this song--what is it?" And he looked at me very seriously and said, in a soft voice, "It's Daddy."
Not quite, Peanut. Not even close, in fact. But it's a lovely thought.
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(Another note on my son--a few days ago he was pounding on the piano when, quite by accident, he played a series of three lovely major-seventh and minor-seventh chords. I asked him what he was playing, and with a big smile, he said, "Gentle Hum." Kid's got taste.)