We're driving along the freeway, getting on the offramp for the park and ride we use to get him the rest of the way to work. We're motoring along, not speaking but listening to my iPod play some random song I've never heard from. It's pretty disco, but I'm enjoying it. I start to say something when he bursts out.
I look over at him. "What?" I'm pretty sure he's trying to say something about Chewbacca, but I'm not sure. And of course, I'm trying to navigate the offramp and not get us killed.
The turn is smooth despite trying to figure out if he's speaking some foreign language, we're in the parking lot and stopped perpendicular to the spaces. It's just easier to drop him off this way, I can take right off again and it's pretty close to the bus shelters. I've completely forgotten what I was going to say and am waiting for an explanation of his mangling of a familiar name. I look over at him. "What the heck did you say?"
He's gathering up his backpack from the car and climbing out. "Oh, this song. It's just really 70's and reminded me of a TV show. You know, wocajawoca."
I'm fairly sure that "wocajawoca" is his sound for disco music. I'm going to have to remember that.