We’re still without a car. In the process of shuffling borrowed vehicles, we have the boys out much too late. They are crabby and whining and I’m driving a strange car in the rain, not OK. With my nerves frazzled I convince Tyler we should listen to some music.
Me: “OK how about this?” as I find an oldies station.
Tyler: “No that song’s not nice.”
Me: “OK – how about this?”
Tyler: “What’s this name?”
Me: “It’s soft jazz”
Tyler: “No soft jazz, nite-nite music.”
Me: OK let’s see if we can find anything that isn’t a commercial or blaring guitars.
Me: “Is this better?”
Tyler: “Yes, this is nice.”
Me: “It’s called classical music.”
Tyler: “No not, it’s Baby Genius.”
Me: I’ve cursed him forever and he’s going to identify classical with his videos for the rest of his life. “Fine.”
Life With Boys 
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