(cedar is busy building ramps from my bed to the record shelves for his matchbox cars. I pull out the Misfits collection.)

Dad: Cedar look. (showing him the cover)

Cedar: Whoa! Can we listen to that? 

Dad: Yes, of course. (I pull out the green vinyl record) Look buddy.

(his eyes go wide, he drops all of his cars, sprints over to the bed, jumps up and sits on the bed facing he record player.)

Cedar: Green! My favorite. 

(track 1, We Are 138 begins. Cedar essentially looses his mind briefly. He starts speaking in tongues like a mini Glen Danzig on bath salts. Cora walks over and jams her doll’s bottle in his mouth which naturally turns into a full-on fight.)

Dad: Okay, hold on you two. Are we going to listen to this record or what?

(we start over)

(Cedar is dancing like mad. Cora is bopping up on the bed. After a few listens to the record.)

Dad: So what do you think Cedar?

Cedar: Good good good good good! (jumping up and down)

Dad: Really good huh? What do you like about it.

Cedar: Punk rock punk rock punk rock punk rock! (still jumping)

(cora is watching and laughing at him)

Dad: What does “Misfits” mean? 

Cedar: I don’t know (he’s attempting to stand on his head)

(speaking at the same time)

Cedar: Fart!
Cora: Scairwee! (she just keeps repeating this, laughing the whole time.)

Cedar: MISS-F-F-F-Fits. “F” for farts. And Alvin.

Dad: (sigh) When you play it at 45rpm speed it does sound like Alvin and the chipmunks doesn’t it?