As I am putting towels away in the hallway,
strains of the Beatles come from Chris's room.
My kid has such cool taste in music, I think to myself.
Just as I am breaking into a lusty chorus of Day Tripper,
the song abruptly stops.
Mere seconds later, I hear the Brady Bunch singing
It's A Sunshine Day.
Visibly flinching, I retreat to my room.
In the time I have taken to type this,
he has switched again
and is now singing along to Hey Jude.
I am almost afraid to find out what comes next!