Crumpled Home

(While walking through the city one evening)

Dad: (pointing to musician playing on the sidewalk) How about that guy? He’s really good. That’s a really crazy solo he’s playing.

RJ: Yeah, he’s great. (Pointing to the rows of parked cars) He’s so great that all these cars have stopped along the side of the road to listen!

Dad: Wow. I didn’t even notice. He’s so good he causes traffic problems.

RJ: Well…. There is another reason.

Dad: Yeah? What’s that?

RJ: He’s part of the Rock Police. If people don’t stop and tell him how good he is, he sends them to jail.

(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.