Twice Poisoned

Something has been happening in my home that makes me smile. The only time I notice the age difference between Bee and me is when pop culture comes up. There's a gap. I'm X, he's Y.

Lately he's been going around the apartment singing lyrics to a song I have on a playlist called "Glam" that I rock out to while in the kitchen. So here's what he's singing, and here's what I'm hearing:



I'm in the kitchen a lot.

"Honey, I didn't know you knew that song."
"Yeah, I listen to it at the gym every day. It's on my phone."
"Oh."

Hmm. Something wasn't fitting.

"You listen to Alice Cooper at the gym?"
"No. That's not who it is."

I sing it.

"No. That's not how it goes."

"Oh."
Hmm.

Here's his version:




:)
That's all.