After strapping the boy into his car seat, I got in myself and checked to see if the next song on the iPod was inappropriate. “Son, would you like to hear a really good song?”
“It’s Earth, Wind & Fire, and it’s really funky.”
Pressed play and watched his face as “Shining Star” started to play way too loud.
Preston sat, listened, judged, pronounced: “It’s not funky enough.”
I’ve never been so proud. Still, that’s as funky as it’s going to get until he’s old enough for George Clinton. What’s that, about five?