Satellite radio is wonderful.  Our family loves satellite radio.  We listen to all sorts of music together.  Will and I were folding laundry the other night with the 80s station.

"Mom, can you turn the station?"  He asked.

"What?"  I was clearly singing and dancing to the song.  He was exasperated.

"Mom, I don't like this song.  It's too loud."

"Will, how can you not like You Gotta Fight For Your Right To Party?" 

"I don't get it."

"You know, it's like turning the song up really loud and singing loud with it and telling your parents that you've got a right.  You've got the right to paaaaarrrrrrtttttay!" 

I sing and dance and fold the laundry to the anthem of the Right to Party.  He puts the socks in the laundry basket while looking at me, his 31 year old mother, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt that says "Mommy".  My hair was in curlers.  My feet were in fuzzy slippers.  He hitched up an eyebrow and watched me sing for my right to party.

"Will, you gotta fight for your right to paaaaaarrrrrttttay!"  I sang.  I tried to get him to dance with me.

"Um, you know -"  he looks at my outfit and the laundry.  "I don't know that you really need to fight for a right to 'PAR-TAY' if your Mom is at that party.  And not if that's what your mom wore to the 'PAR-TAY'".  He picked up the laundry basket and left the room. 

I looked at what I was wearing.  Oh well.  It's better to be told by your grade school aged son that you're too old to party than having someone else tell you that, I reasoned.

Later I caught him singing and dancing.  He was really into "1999".  He sang at the top of his lungs "Tonight we're going to party like it's 1999!"

I continued folding the laundry as he sang and danced.  The song ended.  He collapsed on the bed.

"Mom, when do we get to party like it's 1999?"

I smirked at him.

"You're about 10 years too late for that party."  I said.

"So - you want to change the station now?"  He asked.

"Yeah.  What do you want?"  I asked him.

"That Big Band stuff is fun.  We can both dance to it."

"Amen."