It was a normal morning commute, generally speaking: slow traffic, uneventful radio, Paige clammering away in the back seat, me rueing my forgetfulness for not presetting the coffeepot, yet again.
And then, Cake's 'Wheels' starts on the radio.
Paige chirps up: "Turn it up, Mama. That's a real good song! Doggie and I dance to it."
And I exit the highway beaming with pride, because my 3-year-old has excellent taste in music, which I will gladly take 100% credit for.
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