If you’ve never sat in a car listening to a seven year-old happily sing along to an old Rolling Stones song about anti-depressants, utterly oblivious to the lyrics, then you should. Works far better than any little pill.
Just back from a trip to San Francisco to visit my sister and her family. Parents in tow. Normal service (whatever that is) to be resumed shortly. Here’s to a bloggy 2009.
Mother’s Little Helper?
Bingo. He also likes to sing along to Sympathy for Devil. It’s slightly weird when he does the line about the Blitzkrieg and the bodies stinking.