Little pitchers have big ears, good memories, and fairly decent tastes in music

Last week, in the car ....

John: "Mama, play the good-bye song."

Me: "Good-bye song? What good-bye song?"

John: "The good-bye song."

Me: "I don't know what song you are talking about, son -- can you sing it for me?"

John: "The pain of good-bye."

Me: [uh-oh]

Me: "John, do you mean this song? [Pulling up Bruce Robison's "All Over But the Crying" on the iPod]

John: "Yes, the good-bye song."

I suppose it could be worse.