Keller now asks for music. He'll point to the closest musical device - be it the radio dial, an ipod, or a computer screen which gives him access to "Choo Choo Soul" - then begin a physical gyration that includes approximations for snapping fingers, wiggling hips and clucking tongue.
At this particular airport, however, the one we're sitting at, patiently waiting because we arrived w a y y y too early, music is piped into the overhead sound sytem. No buttons necessary.
That gives tremendous reason to laugh outloud when suddenly L'il Man will stop dead in his tracks and cut a John-Travolta-Saturday-Night-Fever groove out of nowhere. Much to the enjoyment of the host of other [patiently waiting] passengers.
So begins our trip.
Join us for the journey, Choosers. This should be good. :D