cars that go boom

"It's so embarrassing when Dad drives around with his music blasting," bemoaned my teenaged son. I chuckled and said, "He's been doing that your whole life, and you just noticed it now?"
"No, I noticed it before."
"Oh, okay. He's been doing that your whole life, and you were just never embarrassed by it before."
My son nods, then gives my husband a little credit, "At least he plays the right kind of music most of the time. It's usually some rap song. But sometimes he's like blasting something else --"
"-- yeah, like NPR!" chimes in my tweenaged daughter.
"Yeah! But most of the time, he's, like, this middle-aged Asian man in a suit driving his car boomin' some rap song ..."
I want to say something reassuring, to make them feel a little better about their dad, but all I can manage is this: "Well, he's been doing that pretty much since the day I met him. Although back then, he was a twenty-something year old Asian guy with his car boomin'. At least he's consistent."
What I really want to do is burst out into an impromptu version of Tigra & Bunny singing "We like the cars, the cars that go boom, we're Tigra and Bunny and we like The Boom ..." but since the kids are already bummed out about their embarrassing father, I decide to try to be The Less Embarrassing Parent and keep my mouth shut (and my bootie firmly planted on my chair). I think I am winning in The Less Embarrassing Parent contest; to be fair, I don't think my husband realizes there is any kind of competition going on. (Although, even if he did, I believe I would still be winning.)