Being the father of a four-month-old baby requires me to constantly invent new forms of entertainment. Success depends largely upon…well, I haven’t quite figured that part out yet. A colorful toy with flashing lights, whizzing dials, and thumping house music can make him cry, but gentle shaking of the bed sends him into fits of squeals.

He loves music. Right now he seems to especially enjoy “The Hustle” – at least, he likes dancing to the tune of “The Hustle”. I’m not actually forcing him to do the Hustle. It’s a dance, right? He hates the Bee Gees. He likes “American Pie” (Don McLean version), “My God Is So Big”, “Puttin’ on the Ritz”, and “Rubber Ducky”. He really, really likes the organ, but until I get our stereo working, that’s reserved for Sunday mornings.