Whether it's banging with all his might on the lid of a trash can or spinning and clapping when the radio is on in the kitchen, he's letting the beat take over.
Ben's just starting to sing along with the radio or our own sloppy renditions. He doesn't sing words yet, but he's vocalizing. And, like a trained monkey, he will dance on command, even without music.
We don't have cable TV, so he doesn't really get to see a lot of music performers. The Next Great American Band is his chance to see some people rock out. I can practically see his brain memorizing the moves as he stands so close to the TV.
