Yesterday in the car, during a Bon Jovi song on the ’80s on 8 station—

Martin: “Apparently we’re going to hear some Phil Collins soon.”

“Apparently”?

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.