2. INTRODUCE THEM TO A RECORD PLAYER.
Now, granted, this isn’t for everybody: It doesn’t always work to have a 2-yearold’s peanut butter–covered hands around a precision device that doesn’t play if you bump it. But some years ago, I ventured into the attic to retrieve my old and spider-infested collection of records, and on many nights since, we’ve been charmed by this relic from the past. We page through the massive art, make jokes about bizarre 1970s-era artist names (“Meat Loaf?” my eighth-grader said one night, shaking his head in bemused disbelief. “Why don’t people make any sense?”), and indulge in the novel idea of listening to something straight through, instead of fastforwarding or commanding Alexa to play something different.
Jump-start your family’s return to vinyl!