He was so excited about this shirt coming out of the dryer last night that he didn't even remind us to "don't look at my privates"* before peeling off his old shirt to exchange it.
Welcome to the club, Noah. I would say, Have a cigar, but that would be a completely different album. And you're only six. You now share common ground with nearly everyone who was alive in the 1970s and every decade that has followed. Feel free to use your love of Floyd as a conversation-starter. From the very simple, What's your favorite part of Dark Side? (ALWAYS call it Dark Side, NEVER refer to it by the full album name), to the slightly more esoteric, That Syd Barrett. He really came unhinged, huh?, to Duuuuude, have you seeeeeeeen Dark Side of the Rainbow? It's toooootally synched.
For the record, Noah's favorite part is "when the baby is crying," he doesn't know anything about Syd Barrett yet (and if you wouldn't mind, we'll save that little This is Your Brain On Drugs talk for high school, thankyouverymuch), and maybe six is just the right age to link up the Wizard of Oz with the record player... but I'll leave that to Kevin.
*This is a thing lately. Privacy. Privates. Never mind that a boy's "nickles" aren't probably something that he needs to be so concerned about keeping private. But we can talk about that another day.
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