Conversation between Dylan and myself in the car this morning:

I turn on the radio and a song comes on with plunky piano and hilarious Country twang. I start rockin’ out to the music, bobbin’ my head and dancing while driving just to try and crack Dylan up. He turns to me with a crooked grin…

Dylan:”Oh Mom, not more of that Salon music!”
Me: “What do you mean by Salon music?”
Dylan:”You know, a SALON where they have the old creeky doors, a long counter, and you can get a shot of whiskey!”
Me: (laughing my head off) “You mean a SALOON?”
Dylan: puts his hand to his head and shakes it “Oh man, you got me again!!”