My parents had Easter dinner on Saturday this year, so as to ensure that Peach and Sarah could make it without interfering with their own family dinners. We had a good time: snacks and beer were consumed, chocolates were dispensed, dinner was eaten, and Pictionary was played.
At some point during the evening, the conversation turned to music, and Peach made the following comment: "The problem with you is that you don't like happy music." I said that it was untrue, and began to list a number of happy songs and happy bands that I liked (I believe the number was more than two). I then said that I had pretty good taste in music, and that she probably liked about 10% of my music collection, a claim she scoffed at. I took that as a challenge.
On Sunday, Peach pulled all the cds I owned that she liked from my shelves, as well as about 30 she thought she might like but hadn't listened to yet. Not including those 30, she had pulled off 59 cds. 59 out of 571 = 10.3%. Victory = mine.
(Some people might think that 571 albums is a lot. I would like to inform those people that I didn't get her to look through my collection of vinyl records...)