I took my son to a Lightfoot concert in Seattle when he was six. He fell asleep midway through the second half of the show. He was a well-behaved, quiet little guy the whole time... He waited a long time to hear Ghosts of Cape Horn, then crashed, right there in his concert seat, mere minutes after 'his' song ended.
I suffered a bit of guilt at keeping him out so late.
I'll have to ask him to see how much he remembers...
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