This one is worth adding to the pile:
Around 10 years ago I took my then 5-year-old daughter to an opening of a new Borders bookstore in Plano. Jimmy Dale Gilmore was one of several acts that was performing in the parking lot on top of a flat bed trailer that had been set up as a stage. Now, I really like Jimmy Dale, and wanted my little girl to be exposed to some genuine Texas music. As Jimmy Dale was singing in his usual high nasal twangy fashion, my daughter looked up at me and said, “Daddy, is he singing in a foreign language?” I’ve always gotten a good laugh out of that. Of course, in some respects, she asked a valid question.