I'm on a writing mission this morning! Had a vague idea for this one floating around the past few days. From the earliest days in the Impala!
'Daddy? Can we play some different music? This stuff's too loud. It hurteds my ears.'
'Sorry, Deano. Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole.'
'You put cake in guns?'
'Can it, Deano.'
'Can what?'
'Shut your mouth.'
'Why?'
'Because I'm trying to concentrate.'
'Why?'
'Because I'm trying to work.'
'Why?'
'Because it's important.'
'Why?'
'Because it's about avenging your mother.'
'Why?'
'Because something bad made her hurt.'
'Why?'
'I'm trying to figure that out.'
'Why?'
'Deano, buddy, you want to make Daddy happy? Stop asking why. Just accept the things I'm telling you.'
'Why?'
'Ghosts eat little boys who ask why … come on now, Deano, stop crying. Shhhh, baby Sammy's still asleep, okay buddy? I'm sorry, that was mean of me to say that. Come on, slugger, keep quiet for your brother.'
'Da-a-a-a-dee? Can oo play hey dude like Mommy oostoo sing?'
'Sure, buddy. We'll play "Hey Jude." you wanna sing along?'
'No.'
'Okay. Enjoy the song.'
'Daddy? Sammy's crying.'
'Yeah, I hear him buddy. Guess he woke up after all.'
'His diaper's stinky. Stinky Sammy.'
'Okay buddy, we'll pull over, change his diaper, get him some milk. Can you be my big boy and make his formula while I do the stinky diaper?'
'Yes, Daddy.'