I'm pretty not cool. I listen to classical music in the car. My heart sings and wells with pride when a cello concerto, string quartet, or sweeping symphony airs on the radio and El yells from her car seat, "Cello!" So proud. In a nerdy way.
She is a little musician. She loves playing the "pan-o" (piano) with me, sat nicely and changed stops and pressed keys this morning while I practiced the organ, and loves singing with me. These are things she does with me, and though she does love me and playing with me, I think she genuinely loves music.
Unfortunately for her, she doesn't get to play the cello with me.