I’ve spent most of my life professing to dislike country music, but it’s getting harder to keep a straight face.
On a recent car trip to Florida, our 14-year-old son, who is a big country music fan, noticed me snapping my fingers while listening to a song from his playlist. He immediately pounced.
“So, you’re kind of enjoying this country song, huh, Dad,” he said.
“No, actually I’m not,” I insisted. “I have a cramp in my hand, and I’m snapping my fingers to relieve the pain.”
“Oh, OK,” he said.