This morning on our way to camp, the chicken dance came on the radio. I danced along with the song. From the backseat I could feel John’s disappointment. He said “You know that car is really far ahead of us.” I said “John you have to have some fun.” He shook his head and said “Mom, that car.” I reassured him and said “John it’s okay, I’m going the speed limit and the car is ahead of us. You don’t need to be so serious.” He said “Well Mom, I’m 7 now. I need to be serious-er.”