I talk enough about the Regular Son on the blog that I didn't think it necessary to belabor his 16th birthday last week. Besides, he makes me feel old... and short.... and slow.... and, well, stupid sometimes. (He also gives me great joy and friendship.)
Nevertheless, in tribute to the RS becoming old enough to drive the boys-department Mercedes (my car), here is our favorite song:
P.S. From a certain perspective, I am the one giving him shelter, and vice-versa.