So Rowdy One comes to me tonight almost in tears....
"My head hurts. There are too many thoughts in there."
I tell him to go take a shower, relax and he will feel better. The thoughts will relax and each will find room and settle down for the night.
I hear something in the bathroom so I go to investigate and he has the radio turned up and he is singing at the TOP of his lungs, to every word, of
We're Not Gonna Take It by Twisted Sister
Yep, rasin' these young'un right with bad 80's rock and talking thoughts!!!!
Guys, I really could not make this stuff up.