In the good old days, when my children were toddlers and just learning to talk, I would teach each of them, in succession, how they were to respond to the question, "Son or Daughter, who's the king of rock 'n roll?" They learned to point at me and say with great pride and enthusiasm, "You are, dad!" Of course for each one the dreaded day always came when they would grow tired of the game and begin to give me the big 4-year-old sigh and hairy eye roll. A tinge of irony would begin to enter their answers, as if for some reason they no longer fully believed their answers.
Thought of that for no particular reason while walking to my car after work tonight, so don't try to lay no boogie woogie on the king of rock 'n roll.
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