On December 10th, we were in the car winding our way back to sea level with our 4.5-ft Christmas tree from Moon Mountain tied to the top, and our son in the back seat with shattered candy cane on the belly of his jacket. The song Starboy, by The Weeknd (feat. Daft Punk) came on the radio, and I started singing the refrain (the only words I know) and doing what little dancing you can do while driving and staying on the proper side of the road.
Here's their music video if you don't know the song: https://youtu.be/34Na4j8AVgA
Dana turned to meet Sawyer's reflection in the mirror on his seat's headrest (the kid is under 20LBs, so he's still rear-facing folks) and asked him, "Sawyer, are you a Starboy? I think you're a Starboy." To which I responded, "Yep, he's a Starboy. Wait...what exactly is a Starboy?" "Good question, we should look it up and make sure it doesn't mean a male prostitute." Dana looked up the definition while I continued to drive and sing the refrain. Within 9 seconds she found the definition on Urban Dictionary:
Starboy (n.) a womanizer, a philanderer, a man who has sex with many women.
I looked in my rear view mirror, made eye contact with Sawyer via his reflection in his mirror and told him, "Sawyer, you are not a Starboy. You will never be a Starboy."
"I'm a Starboy."-Sawyer
Now every time the song plays on the radio I have a small anxiety attack over our son possibly turning out to be a Starboy...damnit.