This weekend, Conor and I were in the car when the following conversation took place:
Conor: Mama? Is there a band called The Love Handles?
Me: (trying not to giggle) No, Sweetie. I don't think there is a band called The Love Handles.
Conor: There should be. Isn't that a good band name? The Love Handles!
Me; Yes! It is a great name for a band. You're very clever to think of it.
Conor: I didn't think of it. There is a band called The Love Handles. But I think they broke up, so you should get them back together.
Me: So, I'm supposed to get The Love Handles back together?
Conor: Yes. So they can play music together again.