You have no idea how handy it is having an 8-year-old on hand.
I played a new song for my daughter -- a song called "Dinosaur on the Dance Floor" -- an involved kind of opus that has real potential, but wasn't working for me, and I couldn't figure out why.
So I asked her to give it a listen.
"I keep waiting for it to get faster, like I want to dance to it," she said.
So, I said to her, it's like you have almost an anxious feeling in your belly? Like: when is it going to start to pick up?
That's it exactly! she said.
AAAHH! Voila!
Handy little loving little critic.
Love love love her.
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