Believe it or not, your stories make more sense that our actual conversation. Here it goes.
The boys were getting ready to go to Cub Scout camp (they left today) so I was telling them Girl Scout camp stories. I went about 7 years in a row, so I had a lot of stories and had 'em laughing and laughing. I got to my CIT year (Counselor in Training) and the boys were a bit giddy. I explained how I had pool duty for most of the camp, including "polar bear swimming" (7 am swimming in a COLD pool) and "water ballet." This is where the crazy story starts....
Me: So my friend Julie and I were in charge of teaching the girls a water ballet. We had never done it before, but we figured we could do it. We picked a song that was popular at the time, "Copa Cabana."
R: You said that you got sunburned, you should have picked "Rock Lobster" (he says with his head banging in that rock-n-roll way.)
T: "R, it's Red Lobster, not Rock Lobster!"
T: Mom, I don't know that song, will you sing it?
Me: Sure, it goes something like, "Her name was Lola, she was a show girl, with diamonds in her hair and a dress cut down to there. His name was Rico, he wore a diamond..." Oh, I don't know all the words, but it was a good song. I finished the story, explaining all the moves that we did. Later on, as R was rinsing the dishes, I heard him singing.
R: "His name was Rico, he was a beaver..."
Me: Rico's not a beaver, honey. (Both boys cracked up.)
R: I'll just sing the song I made up earlier today: "I'm taking a ride on a camel's back."
Crazy conversation, huh? Anyway, I was smiling and loving every minute of it the whole time.