Yesterday I made my daughter cry.
I recently bought Tom Petty's Wildflowers because it's one of my favorite albums of his, and the CD was selling for something like six bucks online.
The title track to the album is also one of my favorite Petty tunes. As I told my daughter as I was driving her to gymnastics practice, when she gets married "in a twenty years or so," "Wildflowers" is the song I'd like the father-bride dance set to. And then we listened to it.
We didn't get through all of it, however. Toward the end, she was crying and said, "Dad, can you change the song please?"