Last week Julia and I were on a longish drive out to the ENT. As always, she was playing DJ from the backseat, "Please put on Michael Jackson; please put on Jagger," etc. On the way home she says, "You know what we haven't heard in a long time?" "Hmm?" I reply. "We haven't heard John Walker." I am puzzled and go through many of the artists she knows. After a couple of minutes, I realize she's referring to John Mayer. "Oh yeah," she says, "What was I thinking; John Walker is a drink." That's from her father, not me.
Fast forward to this week. She and Isabel are playing outside. They have one of those motorized John Deere pickups in the garage. Isabel mostly chauffeurs Julia around in it (no one is fool enough to let Julia drive). On a warm afternoon with many neighbors (including the police chief who lives a few doors down) out, from the front yard I hear Julia bellow, "Isabel, bring the Johnnie Walker around front."
