Mark burned the Boomtown Rats' "The Fine Art of Surfacing," which we listened to in the car today, both to and from school.
On an unexpected trip to the store, we were playing the song "I Don't Like Mondays" and I offered that I thought Tori Amos' version was better, blah, blah-
The we heard the little singing voice of Milo:
"Tell me why, I don't like Mommy. Tell me why, I don't like Mommy."
It was so sweet, his sad little voice.
Mark and I nearly peed our pants.