me (dancing at the kitchen sink with the iPod going): Billie Jean is not my lover, she's just a girl who...
K (at the table, eating a bagel): Why Billie Jean?
me: ... says that I am the one. Um, because that's how he wrote it.
K: Why "not my lover?"
me: Uh, because I really wasn't there that night, dancing in the round.
K (quizzical look): Daddy?
me: Wanna dance?
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