The Spaghetti Factory

So Ike likes to sing and so I let him sing a lot of crap off the radio because I don't want to listen to no "Comin' 'Round the Mountain" on CD 17 times. So he's singin' away some 70's while we're on the way to see Gramma Joan, my 82-year-old Irish mother at the Spaghetti Factory (her favorite joint, ugh, but it's free, so whadaya gonna do?). And during the meal what pops out of the kids mouth but Carly Simon's "You're so Vain" at the top of his lungs. 

"Is he saying I'm vain?" scowls my mother. (Because she is.) 

I said, no mom, it's an old Carly Simon song.

 She don't know who that is, so I get, "Why are you teaching him songs like that?" 

"I'm not mom! Eat your spaghetti."

"...and when you're not your wit' some underworl' spy or da wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend!"

"What's he saying?!"

"He's saying your vain mom! You're vain!"

"You probly tink dis song is about you, don't you, DON'T YOU!"

Couldn't have timed it better buddy. Couldn't have timed it better.