Push-Pull

First they blow hot:

Can't Stand Losing You - The Police



Then they blow cold:

Don't Stand So Close To Me



In the interest of full disclosure, I should note that I make no bones about the fact that I am strongly hoping the kid grows up to be somewhat of a Stewart Copeland clone. He has the hairstyle and the boundless energy (including desire to jump off things) down pat; now, if I could only get him to embrace drumming, instead of plunking away on piano keys. (My dad gets immense satisfaction out of that, by the way. Long story short: I was made to take piano lessons for several years, especially since I was exceptionally good. I desperately wanted to learn to play drums, but no go for several reasons. My [vocal] petulant disappointment knew no bounds and I let everyone know it.)

What, me live vicariously through my kid? Heh.