(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