On the way home from ballet class Monday evening: I'm driving, Missy is alone in the backseat, Elton John is on the radio singing one of his whinier, sappy love songs.
Elton sings, "What do I gotta do to make you love me?"
Missy groans, "Ugh, just kiss her, and get it over with!"
A refrain or two later, Elton sings, "What do I do when lightening strikes me?"
Missy retorts, "And then you die. Duh. Mom, is this man stupid, or something?"