Leaving the little country store tonight, with our bag of fried chicken in hand, his ear phones draped down from the sides of his Zack Efron hair, I turn and notice a far away, serious look in his eyes.
Me: (Concerned) What are you thinking?
Him: (With barely a hesitation) Who would win in a fight, Sheryl Crow or Celine Dion?
Me: (Raised eyebrows turned in toward each other)
Him: Well, if you don’t want to know don’t ask!
Me: (After a moment) Sheryl Crow. Definitely Sheryl Crow. (Long pause in the car). But then I bet that Celine has some serious claws and could be really vicious in a cat fight.
That’s right folks, my sons and I are not afraid to talk about the deep stuff.