...while we were watching the Grammy's (yes we were watching them, mainly because Arcade Fire was going to perform)
the young son was content to just play with blocks and eat his books (we are working on reading them instead of eating them)
then in the middle of Usher and The Beibs he got up and started flailing his arms around in attempt to dance (something he doesn't grace us with very often)
and I thought - "oh crappity, crap and so it begins with the crappy music liking"
when the song was over he went back to his block playing and book eating.
then Mumford and Sons came on followed by The Avett Brothers and he sat in rapt attention, taking in every note and lyric...
...and I thought "Hallelujah! There is hope after all!"
sadly...when Bob Dylan came on he went back to blocking and eating!
he went to bed before our favourite band played but we got to see them.