Really, if you're going to stay sane, then you need to be able to see the humor in life, even in - especially in - the hard times, right?
So I'm bundling Bud into the car this morning to start the trek to school. He is already entrenched in a monologue - "I don't want to go to school. I'll miss you. We'll miss each other." - and I am patting myself on the back for remembering my iPod, because I'm sure that a ride filled with his favorite music will take his mind off his impending loneliness.
"What should we listen to Bud?" I ask.
"How about Dierks?" he answers.
"Great! Which song?" I ask, perhaps a bit too perkily.
His answer comes back somberly: "Long Trip Alone."
"How about something a little bit happier, Bud?" I suggest.
"Okay," he says. "How about 'Lot of Leavin' Left to Do'?"
I mentally give Bud points for thinking on his feet. The boy knows how to send a message. But I put on the song and chuckle to myself as I hear Bud singing in the backseat, "I guess the Loooooord made me hard to handle...," and I keep the XM radio monitor on in the hopes that it will beep and tell me that a different Dierks song is playing somewhere and I'll be able to switch over and keep Bud engaged and redirected.
And then it hits me.
Dierks Bentley's new single? The song most likely to be playing on the radio as we ride to school?
No lie. It's called "Trying To Stop Your Leaving."
Seriously. You just can't make this stuff up.