I don't know if you can hear me

Two recent comments from Ruby that are part of the larger experience of exposing kids to music and your heroes.

Driving around lately, the kids have been part of my recent fixation and fascination with Teenage Fanclub.

Jack seems to like most of what he hears, taking note of the Beatles influences. In fact, he sings along quite well with "Start Again." Good taste (see right), good kid.

Ruby, on the hand, has been repeatedly asking for other music, namely more Beatles. Last Friday, after another playing of "Songs from Northern Britain," she said, "I detest this band. Where are the Beatles?

I certainly cannot find one speck of fault for her Fab Four affinity, though I obviously have a bit more work to do.

I then went on to tell them about a book I just finished. "I just read a great book about something I love almost more than anything else."

Ruby: "They wrote a book about us (meaning her and Jack)?"

I actually meant Mark Lewisohn's "Tune In: The Beatles: All Those Years Volume 1," the exhaustive look at the band's early years.

But her knowing comment brought my biggest smile in quite some time.