In order for children to not bear the brain on the long road, we have been traveling exclusively at night for several years. Driving most of the road. We are going on vacation, 2 thousand kilometers in one direction ahead. I say to my husband: "I need to throw a song on the flash on the road". He said: "No need! I am myself. And then I know your songs: baju-batyushki-baju... sleeps sweetly for us in paradise.
Black humor is black humor.