My four year old has had a long interest in music.  He loves to watch music, listen to music, and he’s now at a stage where he makes up his own songs.  His songs are usually about whatever’s on his mind at the time, but they’re always sung at full volume.

He’s written ditties about trains and police cars.  But his more recent songs have been more interesting.  For instance, his last song didn’t have many words, but at the top of his lungs he was singing the same words over and over: “Peace and quiet”.

Oh, the irony!  And not mistaken irony such as that Alanis Morissette song.