I love performing for children because they have the most genuine and unpredictable reactions of anybody. Just last night I played “Happy” to a restaurant full of young soccer kids. They danced between chairs and tables and parents and by the time the second chorus came they started taking the “clap along” lyric seriously. So they started clapping. Not in rhythm, not with the song, not to applaud me, just… clapping. Like seals, or popcorn, or a gas burner that won’t start. Just a whole girls’ soccer team running around a restaurant wildly clapping along to nothing for two minutes. And I knew they weren’t mocking me or my outdated-yet-cliche song selection - that was *actually* their idea of a good time. Props to those kids for doing happy better than anyone else.