He Is The Radio Head
(It is early morning. My sister and I sitting in my dad’s car. I become silly when sleepy. My dad is not a morning person at all. A song comes on the radio that my sister loves.)
Sister: “Woo!” *starts singing along at the top of her lungs*
Dad: “All right. That is enough.”
Sister: “I’m just singing!”
Dad: “I don’t want to hear singing.”
Me: *in Darth Vader imitation* “He is your father…”
Dad: “More importantly, I control the radio!”
Me: “More important than being our father?”
*pause*
Dad: “Where singing is concerned, yes.”