Discovering that Coltrane isn't just our pet goldfish, Noa takes "Giant Steps" to hear some real Jazz

Last night, for a change, the funk was not in Noa's diaper: it was playing in the courtyard of our apartment building. Just like her Dad, Noa was really feeling the music, bopping her head and kicking her polkies to the beat. The usual suspects were there, including Noa's older boy-toy Tanner. His guitar onesie really sealed the deal, and made a good impression on Noa's Dad, too! This kids no dummie!


"Nothin' like a little ragtime after a rough day of poopin' and eatin'!"


"Man, this guitarist is ripping some SICK arpeggios! Dad, what's an arpeggio?"


"Tanner, do we have to bring our Dads on EVERY date?? Talk about a buzz-kill!"