Why Doesn't He Like Me?

I just don't get it. I drive a sweeeeet ride. I don't look like the fawty-somethin' momma that I am. I've never worn slippas or curlers to the market, and ALL of his friends think I'm THE COOLEST. Buuuuuut, my youngest boy-child thinks Imma dork.
For starters, he HATES riding in the car with me. Why? Well, check my "favorite moosic" list. "Why can't u be a normal mom?"
Fuk dat.
I have a BOSE system in my ride that totally ROKS. The volumn is permanently set on "until your ears bleed loud". I have rhythm, and I'm not shy 'bout it whilst drivin' down the road. I jam. I move. I sing. Get with the program, or walk. Guess wut? He'd rather walk, on his hands, and knees, uphill, both ways, in tha rain, than ride with me.
Well, the other day he didn't have much of a choice. We were both invited to a fete that required a long car ride.
I tried to restrain myself. I REALLY did.
"And now, on the all request, drive at 5, GODSMACK with VOOOODOOOOOO!"
The heavily tented windows were down, the sunroof was open, and Lil Toni was feelin' it baybeeeee!
Sometimes, the way he looks at me, you'd think I have a third nipple...on my forehead.