My 2 1/2 year old grandson was insisting on riding home with me tonight. "I go with you Poppa, in the TRUCK." So we moved the car seat into the truck and started home. John Denver was on the radio and he was flailing his arms so I turned up the radio. He's trying to sing so I start yelling, "WHEW! Thank God I'm and country boy. YA!" He is busting out laughing so we do that over and over coming home. He didn't stop. He ran around the house singing that for an hour or so. His Momma called to check on him, gets him on the phone and he yells, "WHEW! Thank God I'm and country boy. YA!" over and over and laughing afterward each time. Then he hands the phone back to me and wants to go play. Never a "Bye Mom I love you" or anything else.