Get Daft Lucky Punk

We got into the car on our way to Cub Scouts.  The radio was on and Get Lucky by Daft Punk was playing, but something was off.  Something was bothering me, and this time it was neither the music nor the fact that I knew the name of the song, let alone the artist.  No, it was my seven-year-old sitting in the back seat, singing along as though he had written the tune and there was nothing unusual about it.

"How are they gonna' get lucky?" came the question.

I knew it was coming before the sound hit my ears.  I tried to have a plausible explanation at the ready.

"They're trying to win the lottery," I lied, attempting to keep the note of panic out of my voice.

He considered this for a moment and then went back to singing.  I had dodged a bullet but only temporarily, for I knew what was next.

There was a short pause.  I braced for impact.

"Get some of what?" he wanted to know.

I said "money."  He said nothing.

Why didn't I just shut the radio off?

- 9 November 2015