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Feeling a bit guilty himself about his outburst, which was very uncharacteristic for him, John made amends by grabbing a hold of his two children when they past him. "Well, let me educate you on the rad music of the Monkees. Now, I'm not the best singer in the world, but here goes." At which point John began to sing to his son and daughter, "The local rock group down the street is trying hard to learn their song. Serenade the weekend squire, just came out to mow his lawn. Another pleasant valley Sunday, charcoal burning everywhere. Rows of houses that are all the same, and no one seems to care." Smiling down at his kids, "Say, why don't we go order a pizza. We will need energy to get through all this unpacking. What do you guys think." As if any teenager needed a reason to eat pizza.