We're in the car, listening to the radio. I allow the Roo-girl to change it from my fave country station (yes, I'm a geek) to her rockin' station when she's in the car.
I actually have gotten into some of the music, and we sing together at the top of our voices.
Kelly Clarkson, Lady Gaga, T.I., Beyonce, the Pussycat Dolls. Even Britney ... sometimes.
Anyway, the deejay in the evenings is not our favorite, but we tolerate him. He usually asks some weird (frequently double-entendre-like) question and takes calls from listeners to answer it.
Last night was typical: "What is the biggest bomb you ever had to drop?"
We snorted, knowing the typical answers would have to do with pregnancy or cheating.
And then ... it happened.
"Wouldn't it be funny if a Vietnam War veteran called and said the biggest bomb he ever dropped was on Hiroshima?"
"What?" she wailed. "What did I say?"
"It was not the Vietnam War."
"It wasn't? Oh. Um. World War II? Well, how am I supposed to know ..."
A product of public schools. I'm so proud.