Yesterday we were listening to the Forest Gump soundtrack in the car on the way home from The Boy's school. As we pulled up to our house Blowing in the Wind was playing. I switched off the radio and the car and The Boy finished out the verse that I'd turned the car off in the middle of. Then he piped up from the backseat, "I really like that song. It's pretty. It's a good song even if it was written for Democrats." Heh. What's his father been teaching this kid? I assured him we could like the music without agreeing with the message. After all, I was raised on The Kingston Trio and Peter, Paul and Mary without any visible signs of scarring.