Your musical tastes continue to grow. Mom laughed as she told me about how you two were in the car and while listening to “Free Fallin;” asked if the song was by John “Cougar” Mellencamp.
Of course, that song is by Tom Petty, but wow you are right on genre.
I wish your favorite song was “Free Fallin’,” but it pales in requests to another classic from the modern era: “Sexyback”. That’s your age-inappropriate jam. You like to sing the “yeah” line in between bars and like the challenge as you’re still trying to catch the beat. Your broad taste has been accelerated by your unwilligness to go to sleep at night and affinity to command Alexa to play music in your room long after your bedtime to practice lyrics and Home Alone bed-jumping-style dance moves.
You also like to dance to “brain break” videos on YouTube, like one for the Ghostbusters theme song. Because of that Ghostbusters interest, you asked to watch the real movie, starring Bill Murray. It ages well, so I was just as game to watch the movie and start the Halloween season. We pushed the limits of age-appropriate content there too, but I mitigated nightmares through some strategic fast-forwarding through the scarier parts.
What I love most about your musical interests is your willingness to perform. You try to rap Macklemore songs. You perform dances for us to the newest Pixar movie soundtrack and sometimes get roped into Eliza’s plays, often involving and annoying Luna. Your Mom and I are always a happy audience. Whenvever you pull on my shirt and say, “Hey Dada. I got a new dance move to show you,” I gladly moonwalk to the couch to enjoy the show.
Love, Dad