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My aural life is presently dominated by children's music, or as Julia calls it, "ya ya." This morning, she got NPR off the stereo by calling out, in an almost obscenely cute way, "Wobbie! Wobbie!" - her name for Justin Roberts, who sings her favorite song, "Yellow Bus." The few albums we have, like Roberts' Yellow Bus and Way Out, are in pretty heavy rotation, but they're also all pretty listenable and god knows the kid loves them. And they have an odd side effect: surrealizing my life. Having half-sensical children's music lyrics runing through your head all day makes the quotidian much more strange and interesting. Why, just a minute ago I was walking up the steps in my old office building and I heard "Wobbie" sing in my mind, "Once I was a whale/And I walked on the water/And I tried to be wough and I tried to be tough," lines from his song about a whale that moves to "Weno, Nevada." How can that not be good?