As we were driving back from Kansas, Paul was flipping around to different radio stations. He landed on one that was playing old church music on an organ. We listened for a moment and then heard a small voice pipe up from the backseat:
"DAD! Turn this music off- my ears are DYING!"
He kept us in stitches most of the way home. And the times we weren't in stitches? We were in the bathroom, because he needed to go. every. hour. on. the. hour.
What a kid!