I know the lyrics to a lot of songs . . . not current hits so much but if we’re listening to an oldies type of radio station, which we, the Epps family, are doing in the car right now, I pretty much know every song they play.
“I should be a singer,” I announce. “I would have a tremendous repertoire of songs.”
“But you can’t sing,” my son says.
“Hmmm . . . that’s a legitimate point that I don’t really have an answer for.”