Whilst in the car, my iPod rolled over to “Satellite of Love” (the Lou Reed version, not the Joel Hodgson version). I started to sing it to The Baby in the back seat, and she seemed to genuinely like it.

I can tell when The Baby genuinely likes something. She is already quite adept at expressing displeasure, or just looking straight past you when she doesn’t care to be bothered with you. She can even fake-laugh already, when she thinks she should be laughing at something.

So The Baby likes Lou Reed. I’ve promised The Baby that for her next birthday, I’m getting her a copy of Metal Machine Music.