Scene: TD and I are heading home from a long, fun day at the pumpkin patch. My iPod is blaring Queen in the car.
TD: “WHAT?! Another one bites the what?!”
V: “The dust. Another one bites the dust.”
TD: “Blech! I don’t want to bite dust. That’s gross! Is there a song that is the opposite of that? Is there a “Another One Doesn’t Bite Dust” song?”
V: “No, there isn’t one of those songs.” I try not to laugh.
TD: “Oh. (thoughtful pause) Because I would like that song.”
She has a good point. I don't want to bite dust either. It really does sound gross when you think about it literally.