Martin: “Apparently we’re going to hear some Phil Collins soon.”
Me: “How do you know that?”
Martin: “The announcer just said it, on the radio.”
I’d heard, vaguely, the announcer say something before Bon Jovi.
Me: “Oh, really? I guess you were listening better than I was.”
Martin: “I guess I was.”
I once had a child whose only language was echolalia, who could not independently string two or three words together. Can you imagine the joy in a moment like this?
Two songs later: Phil Collins.