When Coheed Calls, You Answer the Phone!

My son's so awesome. Last night, he had a hold of my Coheed and Cambria CD (In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth), and was playing it on his little boombox, laughing at the telephone ringing that opens the disc and dancing to the orchestral music that follows it. When it was his bedtime, I told him, "We'll listen to Coheed tomorrow, Henry." Then, I put the CD up on a shelf, and put him down for the night.

Then, this morning, right after breakfast, he goes to the shelf, points up, and says "Coheed!" Because he's awesome and has good taste.

Oh, yeah, he's two and a half by the way. This story'd be less cute if he was like, nine or something.