Kinda funny story. On our way to Greyson's soccer match this morning, and Tara has radio on scan. It hits some bluegrass station and Grey yells "bluegrass, mommy!" She lets it go. He begs to listen to it. She finally relents, looks at me, and asks "what freaking 7 year old throws a fit for bluegrass music?" He has an old soul. Bluegrass, Beach Boys, older country. That being said, he knows every word to every pop song that the wife plays too