Write four lines of prose about something that is: soothing.
Max seems to have picked up his very first cold. He's generally taking it pretty well, but he's not a big fan of trying to sleep with so much nasal congestion.
Not that he would have any idea what nasal congestion is, exactly.
He'd probably just refer to his current issue as: way too many boogers in my nose.
This link right here will lead you to a song the rest of the world knows as Go It Alone, performed by the man who goes by the name of Beck. Around here, however, it is known simply as: The Magic Song.
If we're driving Max somewhere and he starts to get a bit fussy, I turn to this track and he settles down instantly, without fail.
The kid just loves this song... and I dearly hope that I haven't jinxed its magical powers with this post.