Driving the other day, I put on a more adult station* on Pandora. James from the very last row of the minivan:
James: What is this song about?
Me: Love
James: What?**
Me: LOVE
James: What?
Me: She LOVES someone.
James: What?
Me: L-O-V-E (My voice can not get any louder.) LOVE. LOVE. LOVE!!
James: Ohhhhh, mittens. She likes mittens?***
Me: Yeah.
Sometimes, we miss. . . Ahh, adventures in the land of the hard of hearing.
*Adult, as in music produced by someone other than Disney or Raffi.
**Channel your grandfather for this interpretation.
***I am thinking he thought I said gloves.
James: What is this song about?
Me: Love
James: What?**
Me: LOVE
James: What?
Me: She LOVES someone.
James: What?
Me: L-O-V-E (My voice can not get any louder.) LOVE. LOVE. LOVE!!
James: Ohhhhh, mittens. She likes mittens?***
Me: Yeah.
Sometimes, we miss. . . Ahh, adventures in the land of the hard of hearing.
*Adult, as in music produced by someone other than Disney or Raffi.
**Channel your grandfather for this interpretation.
***I am thinking he thought I said gloves.
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