Audio: Popcorn, not the kernel that explodes, but the poppy synthesizer song from the 70’s, which Zed requested repeatedly on the car iPod today
Visual: Annette’s pickin’ fingers flyin’ on her banjo
Olfactory: Gracie’s wet fur (“Mom, she smells like a . . . a . . . dog!)
Kinesthesia: The steely resistance of guitar strings against neglected callouses
Flavors: Pizza with an “extra-done” crust
The unexpected: Zed cleaning his room without a parent prompt!
