For Mothers Day, my brilliant 7 year old son and I went to see Cake.
It was a gamble. Luckily they didn't play "Nugget."
When my boy was just 3, I used to listen to a lot of Cake in the car. We had just moved back to Washington state from Santa Cruz. The teacher in his room at preschool was also originally from Santa Cruz. This is probably why she could barely stop cracking up long enough to describe to me how, on his second day there, he had put a terracotta flower pot on his head, turned to her, and said, "Miss Molly, look! I'm a pot-head!"
Anyway, the next story Miss Molly told me was that he was singing "Sheep go to heaven, goats go to hell," to himself on the playground. She commended me for my taste in music but suggested I should impress upon him the importance of not singing that particular song at school. I switched to a heavier rotation of They Might Be Giants in the car after that.
Lately, though, Cake has been back in the mix.
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