Overheard on a Saturday morning on the UWS:
Him: Yeah! That’s my boy! Hand Clapping party time!
Her: C’mon Jack, clap those little hands, shake that baby booty.
The Boy: A clap and a miss! And then a clap. And then some squealing
Her: Yeah! Jack, soon you’ll be triple clapping and singing along to The Joker.
Him – with a look of admiration: Wow. I am impressed, everyone else calls that song, Space Cowboy.
Her: With a knowing nod. And that’s why you married me honey. Because I know the proper names of all of Steve Miller’s greatest hits.