While driving home today a song by a popular singer who I don't care for came on the radio. I turned the radio all the way down. Lincoln asked why. I replied by saying that I don't really like the songs that this person sings. Again, he asked why. I explained that her songs don't make me feel good inside because she sings about making bad choices. He nodded his head and said, "Oh. I get it. She sings about picking her nose, right?"  I suppressed my giggle and said, "she says some naughty words in her songs too."  Again, he understood and said, "Does she say words like stupid?"  Oh the innocence!