So I have a funny story from the other day. Well, I guess it will only be funny if you know your Johnny Cash lyrics.
Cory was getting squirrely in the stroller at the end of my run, so I put my headphones on his head. I checked the song first to make sure it was something appropriate. Johnny Cash's Folsom Prison Blues was playing, and I didn't think much of it. A few minutes later, Cory says, "Mommy.... that guy shot a man in the street. (Pause) And he watched him die, die, DIE!"
Oops. I guess I need to do a better job of filtering the music I play for him.