This morning we were driving Huck to his clay class, listening to the usual, when Huck asks a question.
Huck: "Mama, they're saying 'Let the beat rock', right?"
Huck: "Do they mean beat or beet."
Me: I'm unable to speak due to uncontrollable laughter.
Huck: "It's not funny. I don't mean pickled beets or anything, just regular beets."
Me: Laughing harder and trying to cross my legs while driving so as not to pee myself.
Huck: *sigh* "You missed the turn."