Sometimes I worry about my generation. One day we are going to be running the world and that's pretty scary.
Then two weeks ago I heard a young child in a public bathroom singing "Walk this Way" and his mother correcting the lyrics.
One week ago Maggie told me that she was driving in the car with Ava and in the middle of Katy Perry's "California Girls", Ava screamed out "this is Snoop Dogg!"
This week my daughter informed me that her favourite songs are "Song 2" (thanks to a commercial for the movie Hop) and "Welcome to the Jungle".
Then a month ago I saw this sign:
You know, we might make out okay after all.