Sometimes my four-month-old son will give me the weirdest look, and he looks just like the crowd at the country bar in the Blues Brothers, staring at the stage in utter confusion and growing hatred as the band lay down some soul.
Fortunately, there's a lot less glass being thrown at my face. Even better, singing the Rawhide theme to him shows that it calms down babies too.
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