We were listening to Rihanna's California King Bed in the car while driving Offspring the Second to school this morning. He was listening to the lyrics, and then deadpanned:
"California Bean Bag."
Hee. I will never be able to hear that song again without thinking "bean bag."
Offspring the Second has a marvelous wit. He is stoic and generally quiet, and yet his magnificent sense of the absurd, of sarcasm, of contrast and alliteration and pun and wordplay, flows constantly under the surface and emerges periodically like a serene and glorious fish in a river of language. His interpersonal skills and understanding of the human race are remarkable for a young man of not-quite-seventeen. He is kind, thoughtful, and humorous. Such a blessing, he is.
I admire him tremendously.