10YOD [snidely]: Yah-ah.
Dad: OK. Well, he died.
10YOD [dismissively]: I know.
Dad: Oh. How do you know that?
10YOD [airily]: There's these boys in my Sunday school class who are always talking about Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson, Michael Jackson. They like, love him or something.
Dad: ... But ... when did they tell you that? I mean, when did you see them? Because he just died today, so...
10YOD [energetically]: Oh! He did?
10YOD [morosely]: Oh.
Dad: But you know who he is, right? Or was, I guess.
10YOD [haughtily]: Yah-ah. Duh!
10YOD [warily]: How old was he?
Dad: Hmmm... I don't know, about my age, maybe a little older.
10YOD [nervously]: Really?
Dad: Yeah, I don't know, I guess he was a few years older than me. When I was a little kid he was a big star. You know, for as sad, twisted and bizarre as his life became, when he was a kid, he was really something. What a talent! He was just electric, you couldn't believe a little kid like that could do the things he did.
10YOD [impertinently]: Yeah, whatever.
Dad: Listen, by the time he was your age, he and his brothers were big stars with hit records, they were on TV all the time, and they bought a huge house in L.A. for their parents and all their brothers and sisters, and they all lived liked kings. What have you been doing these last 10 years?
10YOD [angrily]: Dad!
Dad: And by the way, when was the last time you practiced piano?
10YOD [testily]: ... Dad, I know who Michael Jackson is. You don't have to tell me these things. I know things, OK?
Dad: All right, all right. Did you ever see him perform? Wanna check out some YouTube?
10YOD [brightly]: Yeah!
Dad: OK, searching Jackson 5... Here's one.
Video begins. Dick Clark smoothly introduces a group of fresh-faced youngsters, led by an impossibly cute and charismatic munchkin with a stylin' vest and a foot-high Afro. They begin lip-synching "ABC."
Dad: Huh, huh? What'd I tell you?
10YOD [confusedly]: Wait a minute...!
10YOD [earnestly]: Was Michael Jackson black?