My Son: How come every time that song comes on (Don't Stop Til You Get Enough by pre-freak-show Michael Jackson), you dance like that? Me: Because my body tells me to, honey! I have to do it. (pause) MS: Is that the same as when we're at the Sobey's and you always have to say, "Tell me not to buy this (he points to the US Weekly, now discarded on the couch). And then I do and then still you buy it anyway? Me: Same thing, brother. Same thing.