I’m cruising down the road with Julianna (she’s 10) when Jailhouse Rock comes on the playlist.
Julianna: Daddy, was Elvis Presley famous for his hair?
Me: Yes, I suppose. More the singing and dancing on stage. But, also the hair. It was big.
J: So, he was like Justin Bieber.
Fortunately, we hit a red light, because I was about to slam on the brakes. I turn to her.
Me: Listen to me, if you ever mention that punk in the same breath as the King of Rock and Roll, I will put you up for adoption. On the spot. I can still do that, you know…
Please tell me that she’s not on to something…