-Twenty years from now-
Me: So darling,do you want ham or pickles on your-
Radio: Alright you old directioners-
Me: OH MY GOD!
Daughter: Not again...
Radio: Here's a classic for you, Little Things.
Me: Turn it up!
Daughter: Sh/t...
Radio: ' Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me...'
Me: AHHH!!!!
Daughter: Mum,stop it...Get off the floor!
Husband:What's all that ruckus,oh hey,I'm on the radio!