The Antichrist of Kokomo County Page 26
“No, it’s not. It’s not fun. It’s silly and gross and you’re better than that, okay?”
“Okay.”
I realize the more important thing for him to learn is to not poop his pants, but, gotta start somewhere.
“So, rule number one,” I say. “No more poop and pee songs. Got it?”
“I guess,” Sparky says.
“What, you don’t think you’re a little old to be singing about going to the bathroom?”
“It’s not that it’s—oh, nothing.”
“No, tell me. Conversation is a two-way street. And I promise you, son, the suggestion box is open for business from here on out.”
“It’s just,” he says, looking out into the fog, smearing the window with ketchup and residual salad cone goo, “what do I sing then?”
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