So the kids are talking at dinner, each one suggesting names for bands they haven’t created and which I am pretty sure no one wants to join.
Jamie, almost a teenager says, “The Communists.”
Daniel, 10 and still way into Star Wars, suggests, “Luke’s Dilemma.”
Julia, 7, says, “Painted Pony.” When her brothers groaned, she added, “Or maybe Internal Injuries.”
Will, his mouth ringed in split pea soup, had a better suggestion. “The Testicles.”