Conversation With B

I just picked B up from work. The first thing he always does when he gets in the car is change the music and turn it up. Very.Loud.

On the way back home, I pick up my phone to make a call.

Then, I turn down the music.

B: Who are you calling?
Me: Your Mama.
B: Oh.

Waits a few seconds.

B: You are my Mama.
Me: Took you long enough to figure that one out!

I'm tellin' ya. These can not be my children!