This morning I was driving with Sebastian and Vibiana, listening to the soundtrack for Jesus Christ Superstar. Vibiana was thoroughly enjoying the music, trying to sing along and dance in her car seat. Sebastian, however, was oddly quiet. I asked him if he liked the music.
"No," he said tersely.
"Oh," I said. "Why not?"
"Because, I only like cool music."
I thought this attitude wouldn't show up until the teenage years, but apparently I was mistaken.