One day I was driving to the store with my kids in the car. I was flipping between radio stations trying to find a good song. One station was playing a song that I liked so I cranked it up and started to sing along.
Son #1: “What station is this?!?”
Me: “It’s the Beatles.”
Son #2: “We know it’s the Beatles. What station is it?”
Me: “The ‘oldies’ station.”
Both boys rolled their eyes in unison and started cracking up.
Son #1: “The oldies station?!? Oh my God – turn it to something good!”
Son #2 (grabbing his chest and faking a heart attack): “I can’t take it… Your music sucks so bad – it’s killing me!”
Sammi (chastising her brothers): “Don’t make fun of Daddy’s music! He just likes the oldies station because he’s old! He’s kind of like an ‘oldie’ too. Aren’t you Daddy?”
Me: “Um, yeah…”
I looked in the mirror and my boys were both staring at me with big grins on their faces.
Son #1: “We’re sorry Dad, we forgot how old you are.”
Son #2: “Yeah, we’re sorry oldie – oops, I mean Daddy.”