One of my first experiences with my daughter’s listening skills came when she was about two years old. My wife had left the house for an errand. As I often did when it was just me and the kiddo, I turned up the stereo to give us some background music.
“Der Kommissar” came on (the Fire’s version, not Falco’s, for you 80’s music geeks), and I sang along while my daughter ate her snack. The first time the chorus played, she paid no mind. The second time, however, after the vocalists and I sang, “Don’t turn around!” my daughter came through with a perfectly timed, “Uh-oh!”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. I wondered for a second if she had uttered an unrelated “Uh-oh” that happened to coincide with the song, but when I sang, “Der Kommissar’s in town!” she responded: “Uh-oh!”
That was the moment I knew, irrefutably, that my daughter was cool.