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.
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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.