The Boy, singing along to “Call Me Maybe”: “Your stare was holding. Whipped cheese. Skin was showing.”
Me: “Did you just say, “whipped cheese?”
The Boy: “Yeah. Why? What is it?”
The Girl: “It’s ‘ripped jeans’.”
The Boy: “I was wondering why she would want whipped cheese.”
*The Boy & I have to do the Harvard Baseball Team car dance whenever this song comes on. The Girl thinks we’re idiots.
