(music. music on truck speakers)
Grandboy: Grandpa who’s that singing that song?
Me: It’s a group called “The Cars”.
Grandboy: Are the called “The Cars” because the sing in cars?
Me: No, that’s just a name they liked, so they are called “The Cars”.
Grandboy: That’s too bad. I like cars. Their song, it sounds like it’s too violent for me.
(The song was, “Let the Good Times Roll”)
(music. music on truck speakers)
Grandboy: What’s that song, grandpa?
Me: O that’s “Bicycle” by Queen.
Grandboy: THE QUEEN sings songs?
Me (laughing): No, that’s the name of the group. It’s not the Queen singing.
Grandboy: Good. She’s too fancy for that kinda music.
(music. music on truck speakers)
Grandboy: Grandpa who’s that singing?
Me: It’s a group called, “Journey”.
Grandboy: It sounds like evil clowns.
Me (laughing): Evil clowns?
Grandboy: Six thousand of them.
—
One of the most harshest of critiques I’ve heard to date
Grandboy: There’s something you need to know about me: NEVER question me.
Me: Hm… and why not?
Grandboy: Grannnnnddddppppaaaaa. You are QUESTIONING ME.
Me: Am I?
Grandboy: And do you know what happens to people who question me? We fight to the death.
Me: How ’bout a hug instead?
Grandboy: SURE (hug)
Me: Why do you like hugs?
Grandboy: NOT AGAIN