How my son—traumatized by the "Frozen" soundtrack—learned to let it go
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A few weeks ago, when my lovely wife Cassandra picked up our 5-year-old son from preschool, he ran to her crying, his hands over his ears. Through his tears, he yelled, “They’re singing the Frozen song!” She comforted him and drove him to his art class, where 10 minutes in, the girls in class started singing “Let It Go” from the Frozen soundtrack. His drawing that day looked surprisingly similar to Guernica.
There is no adult equivalent to the cultural assault Laszlo is enduring. Girls walk around dressed like Princess Anna; his teacher plays the soundtrack in his music class; it’s the song to one of the routines in his Saturday dance class; his Muppets Pandora radio station has been deeply infiltrated.