Music Identification, or Proud Papa Moment

So it's a typical Sunday and we're pulling into Target. The radio is on and Pam and I are talking about what we need to get.

"Chobani, wipes, paper towels..."

A little voice pops out of the backseat.

"What's Simon and Garfunkel doing?"

I look at the radio display, which she cannot see - nor read for that matter.

"Um, they're doing The Boxer, sweetheart."

"I love Simon and Garfunkel."

Sponges. Everyone says kids are sponges. I'm going to suggest they are actually brain coral.

What floored me is that S&G is not part of any regular playlists. Maybe they pop up when we have an oldies dance party via digital music on cable. I'm sure I've pointed them out when Nola looks up at the tv and asks, "Who that?" It's just a photo, but I give a name to the short one and the tall one. But that's it. I don't go into their Greenwich Village to Central Park VH1 Behind the Music biography...

Here in the back of the car Nola was able to just hear the music and put it all together. She's only two. I think it took me till I was fifteen.

Sure, I know what you're thinking - the man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest... But you can ask Pam. It happened. And made daddy very proud...

Attagirl!