As is typical, on the drive in to school, the radio is an issue. Julianna (she’s 12) is riding the presets.
Sweet Home Ala … flip … Donald Tr … flip … Welcome to the Ho … flip … Baby, We were Born to R… flip .. Welcome to the Ju… flip … Dun-dun-dun Duuu… flip.
Me: Honey, stop. There was at least one good song that you skipped. Maybe two.
The dial ends up on:
Carly Rae Jepsen: Hey I just met you / And this is crazy / But here’s my number / So call me maybe
Julianna: Wow, this was a big song YEARS ago, when I was in like the fourth grade.
Me: Yeah, I suppose so. Years ago. A lifetime ago.
J: So, Daddy, is this an Oldie?
Me: Like the Drifters or the Platters or the Buddy Holly? Ummm. No.
J: No, Like “All About that Bass.”
Me: Well, then I guess, to you, it’s an Oldie.
J: Cool. I’m old enough to have Oldies.
Isabella (she’s 10) whispers to J: But, Daddy has more. Because he’s OLD!
Me: You know I can hear you.