Ray Lynch? Deva Premal? Nooooo. I breathe deeply and stretch into dem bones o' mine to the melodious sounds of *drum roll please* my son's "Sing & Play" with such favored messages as "merrily, merrily, life is but a dream." Oh, ye Unbeliever, do not underestimate the healing power of lines like "I feel like a morning star." It really packs a whallop on the heart chakra when the whole EY crew, my husband, the babysitter, and myself are singing in unison, each of our faces aglow with a bizarre sort of Stepford Wife look. Almost everyday one of us walks down the hall asking aloud, "What does that mean? I feel like a morning star? How does a morning star feel exactly? What does it mean, what does it mean, what does it..."

This is the current mantra of my household; this is how we roll--like a bleepin' morning star. Hey, hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it.