Darby tries ginger ale:

Darby: Blech! This is yucky!
Chris: Do you want some more?
Darby: ... Yes.

And reported by his mom:

Erika: Good painting, Darby. What is it?
Darby: It's a guy throwing up!
Erika: Yep, that's what that looks like.

I'm sitting at the kitchen table when Darby comes running up.

"Daddy, Daddy! Mommy did something bad!"

Immediately I hear Erika from somewhere in the distance: "WHAT?!"

Sadly, Darby's explanation was incomprehensible, so I never could figure out what he thought she'd done. But I'm sure it was terrible.

Nature or nurture?

In iTunes I maintain a playlist of songs Casey likes from the stuff he hears me playing. His recent requests to add songs have included the following:

• Symphony No. 5 in C Minor, Op. 67, "Fate": I. Allegro con brio -- Beethoven
• Bust a Move -- Young MC
• Black Horse and the Cherry Tree -- KT Tunstall
• In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida -- Iron Butterfly

That's the tip of the iceberg, believe me. He seems to be adopting his father's eclectic tastes in music.