Every morning on the way to theater camp it’s the same. The Kid and I fight over what we’re going to listen to on the radio. He punches buttons and I veto his selections.
Then I get, “But Mom! It’s ‘Loota’!”
Me: “We are not listening to people who name themselves after criminals who steal from stores during riots.”
Then I see the display on the stereo screen: Ludacris.
I still made him change the station.
It was a lot easier when he was small and had to sit in the back and couldn’t reach the radio.
And any of you who tell me I need to savor these last 3 1/2 years until he gets s driver’s license and is no longer in my passenger seat, you can have his musical (and I use that term loosely) selections.