Riding in Cars with Boys - Part Fourteen

Today on the way to school, we were discussing Halloween and costumes.

Corwin: I need a Russian accent for my costume.

Me: Beg your pardon?

Corwin: My costume needs a Russian accent. The guy is Russian.

Me: You realize they don't come prepackaged, right?

Corwin: Duh, mother. I have to develop one. Why don't we have an accent?

Me: We do. It's called a midwestern accent.

Corwin: Well, I'd rather have an Irish accent or a Scottish one.

Me: You and me both.

Corwin: I wonder what the girls at school would think if I had an accent.

Me: They'd probably love it. Trust me - girls dig accents.

Corwin: Memo to me: must get accent, soon.

Yep...that's the one I have.

The Situation. (No...not the Jersey Shore dude.)

So my most awesome sister Cait picked up the kids from school for me today so I could stay home and work on my fast approaching deadline of doom. Upon their return, I had this conversation with Killian.

Killian: We have a situation.

Me: Guh. What kind of a situation?

Killian: The worst kind of situation.

Me: What?!

Killian: Corwin. He's listening to Nickelback.

Me: Oh.

Killian: You don't understand the gravity of this situation.

Me: Well, I

Killian: Well, I nothing. He's listening to Nickelback. This is going to ruin him forever. Fuck that. It's going to ruin me. It's killing my brain cells. I blame papa.

Me: What did he do?

Killian: He heard Rockstar on the radio on the way to school and turned it up really loud and forced us to listen to it. Now Corwin's brainwashed into liking Nickelback. You need to stop this right now! It's a crime against humanity! Make it stop!