Nat: Mom, can you please find some music for us to listen to?
Me: I'm sorry, it's the morning traffic report on almost every station right now. Noah see if you can't find us something.
(Noah flips through the stations and stops at Red Hot Chili Pepper's Scar Tissue).
Nat: Mom! Please put on some real music. ugh.
Me/Noah: What do you mean?
Me: Sigh... Noah try again.
(as he flips through stations)
Nat: Stop! This one.
(She had us stop at 88.7 -- WSIE - Jazz. I always knew she was an old soul.)