It was "Take Me with U," this morning in the car.
I was stunned and crushed, though proud. That he was able to detect Prince's singing as far superior to my own gave me some consolation amidst the heartache of being hushed by a four year old. It stung, but what can one do, really? He asked if we could listen to more of Prince's music this weekend.
Of course we can, buddy, of course we can.
I explained to the boy that Prince had recently passed away, which he immediately converted into the more useful and honest phrase: He died.