Conversations with a six-year-old

We are in the car, listening to my MP3 player.

Grace: Who are we listening to? Because I will only listen to this guy if it's Hannah Montana's father.

Me: Ok, It's Hannah Montana's father.

Grace: Mommy, tell me the truth or I will never be able to trust you again.

Me: Ok, fine. It's not Hannah Montana's father. It's a man named Bruce Springsteen.

Grace: Well, his talent might be something else but it's not singing.