When our son was about 3, I walked into the living room where the ultra loud, screaming band System of a Down was cranked up and our little guy was banging his head. We couldn't be more proud. J attended his first show at about 3 weeks old. (We stayed in the lobby the whole time while E's band played. Friends and family took turns hanging out with us.) As a toddler, we introduced him to ear plugs. He didn't dig them, but he hated loud sounds even more.
|Trust me, he had more fun than he appears.|
Next thing you know, the biggest bouncer I have ever seen, pushed past us to deal with someone unruly in the crowd. His t-shirt said "Soma" but later J thought that he mistook the name and applied for a job as "Sumo". I felt better knowing he was there, watching over all of us. The crowd was happy to be there and I didn't see any violence. No fights broke out. J didn't get "killed". We got some new t-shirts and headed home, happy to sleep in on our stolen ditch day.