Singing Is A Thorny Issue

(My sister and I are listening to the radio while I’m driving.)

Sister: *singing with the radio* “Every road has its stone!”

Me: “What the?”

Sister: “What?”

Me: “Did you just sing, ‘Every road has its stone’?”

Sister: “Yeah, why?”

Me: “Are you serious? It’s ‘Every rose has its thorn’!”

Sister: “Really?! Well, my way makes sense too, so leave me alone!”