Riding home with the full moon

After a good Thanksgiving dinner in West Virginia, we headed home on a brilliantly moonlight night rising over I-64 eastbound.
It might have had an impact on the boys.
The youngest started singing the chorus to "Shaving Cream," which I taught him in the past.
Then they brought up songs from Phineas and Ferb.
Why?
Because it's Swinter.