In preparation for our drive to Long Beach tomorrow and in acquiescence to Brighton's expressed "need" of a personal music device (discman, thank god he's not asking for an iPod), I purchased the SpongeBob SquarePants Movie Soundtrack for him to listen to on my discman in the car. Brighton is almost 6 and somehow he's already one of the most sophisticated indie rockers I know. "Hey Dad, put on some rock 'n' roll." "Who do you want to hear?" "ummm...Modest Mouse (I only let him hear the clean songs) or D.C. For Cutie (I leave out the "Death Cab" part)." He wants to have a band when he's grown up, like 7.