Quick story.
OK, so I'm driving Owen to day care today. We're listening to the radio. This song is on:
Owen's really quiet in the back seat, not answering any of the questions I'm asking him as we drive. Then the song finishes and Owen asks, "Daddy, what's that band called?"
I didn't understand him at first, thinking he was asking "What's this thing called?" But he was persistent, saying "No, no" at my attempts to answer his question.
"What's that band called?"
"Oh. That was a band called The Who. Did you like it?"
"Yeah," he said. "The Who. That was good."
