(In the back of the car, listening to nursery rhymes)
Music: Little Tommy tucker
Sings for his supper
What shall we give him?
Brown bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without any knife
And how shall he marry without any wife?
LR: I know! He can go to America and marry a boy there if he wants to!
Mom restrained herself from commenting that he can only marry a boy in some states.
(while putting away the remainder of the Halloween stuff in our garage)
RJ: (playing with two giant tarantulas used during Halloween) This is Bromley, and this is Snyder. They’ll be showing us around today.
Dad: I’m putting some music on.
RJ: The scary Halloween music? That’s a good idea.
Dad: No, something else today… What do you think?
RJ: (starts grooving) Hey… This is… funky… The good kind of funky.
Dad: Yeah, it’s pretty good.
RJ: (suddenly stops dancing around) It’s got funky guitars!!!!!
(launches into a massive air guitar solo ending with “rock-n-roll hands”)Dad: (amazed) RJ… What was that!?
RJ: Guitars!
Dad: And where did you learn that from?
RJ: Mum showed me. You have to do it for the guitar songs.
