Around 7:30 this morning. In the car. Listening to Sweet’s “Ballroom Blitz.”

At a red light, Ollie’s bopping around and humming along in the back seat.

“Hey, you’re really rocking out back there, kiddo.”

Ollie stops moving, looks me in the eye, and annoyedly deadpans, “Can you just turn it up a little, Dad?”

Later, when I notice that he’s also “rocking” to “Copacabana,” I feel that we’re even.