Children baptized in music

Over the weekend, I saw three little children enjoying live music maybe for the first time. 

Sunday afternoon at Copper Run Distillery, a young father brought his (2-year-old?) son into the tasting room as a packed house of listeners was applauding and cheering for a song performed by Cindy Woolf and Mark Bilyeu. The boy clapped his hands. They stayed only a few minutes, but throughout that time, the boy's eyes were gigantically wide open, and he struggled against his father's grasp as he walked out of sight of the band.
 
Friday night at Springfield Brewing Co., a girl, about 3 years old, bounded up the stairs ahead of her mother and curled around to confront the Johnny Strickler Trio. She immediately began jumping up and down. The she shuffled sideways across the floor, keeping in step with the 4-4 triplet pulse that the band was into at the moment. She shuffled kind of like a shortshop moving to his left to scoop up a grounder, then back to the right. After a couple of shuffles, she'd look back to her mother to see if it was OK to keep going. Mom did not indicate no, so the kid kept dancing. Finally, Mom hoisted her on her hip, and they went off to a table.

Also at the BrewCo, a father seemingly baptized his infant son in the sound of the band. Dad picked up the kid, holding him at the waist, and held out his son over Karnell Robin son's drums, anointing the boy with percussion. Then he stepped over to Kyth Trantham and immersed the boy in the bass. The son absorbed the vibrations with a serious look. Then Dad finished the rite in the same manner with Strickler. The musicians were totally blasé about the whole procedure, but I hope the little guy manages to internalize the experience.