"That's sooo hipster!"
Wait, what? I glance at Aaron in the passenger seat.
"Um, do you even know what that word means?" I ask.
"Duh, I do. It's like anything that's supah-cool." He grins and snatches the sunglasses from my nose. "Ooooh now I'm hipster!"
I shake my head. This kid. I open my mouth to protest but before I can get a word out, Aaron grabs my beanie and shoves it on his own head.
"I'm hipster, I'm hipster, more hipster than a . . . tipster," he sings in an obnoxiously off-key voice. He puts on his serious face and turns to me. "I'm just hipster because you're hipster and I'm wearing part of you right now."
We reach a yellow light. This time I make the decision to slow down, like I should.
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