You may have noticed, Elliot is very picky about his music. This conversation transpired in the car on the way to the sitter today:
On the radio: Don’t Dream It’s Over ~ Crowded House (mom singing along)
Elliot: Can you just drop me off here and come pick me back up when this song is over?
Mom: What?!? This is Crowded House, man! Good stuff!
Elliot: I hope you’re being sartastic. [translation: sarcastic] Because I…am…NOT! I am being very serious. You’ll know I’m being sartastic if I say something happy using a mad voice.
[then mumbles to himself]
How does crap like this even get on the radio?
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