Stephen: Am I allowed to sing that song that goes, “I’m a joker, I’m a smoker –”
Me: (wide-eyed and interrupting) Absolutely not.
Stephen: (sighing) That’s what Gabby said you’d say.
And then I was left alone the kitchen wondering not where he heard that song (I might have some idea about that) and not why it appealed to him (I might have some idea about that too) or even why Gabby is the all-knowing Baby Sister who tells right from wrong in all circumstances, but tells most especially who is doing right and who is doing wrong (I definitely know something about that). No. What I wondered, but dared not investigate, was this:
Can the boy sing the whole song?