The turtle is going through a grunge phase. He loves music - any kind. But recently he's been especially responsive to some of my college day favorites: Pearl Jam, Nirvana, Soundgarden. It's pretty funny. He'll dance like he always does, but if I turn on something like Alive, the turtle will happily add some headbanging into the choreography. I call it "toddler angst" which is appropriate given his moments of frustration when I insist he eats one more red pepper or that he wears a diaper.