“I want to listen to Puppy Dog Pals music,” Miles requested as I strapped him into his car seat this morning.
I was happy to comply, and Miles nodded gleefully in time with the music as we rode along I-77. Eventually, this song came on (it is, perhaps unsurprisingly, titled “I Love Dirt”):
[Chorus] Dirt, I love dirt It's my favorite thing about planet Earth [Verse 1] Getting muddy with my buddies That's even better than a kibble dessert Listen to me while I assert (That means tell ya) that [Chorus] "Dirt, I love dirt" Yes, I love the planet Earth (Why's that?) [Verse 2] 'Cause lots of it is covered in dirt Plus this beautiful, bright sunny sky That's why I always like to play outside It's the best planet in the universe Talkin' 'bout Earth, planet Earth [Outro] Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Yeah, dirt, I love dirt Dirt, ruff
“That song is about dirt,” Miles clarified when the song ended.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 