Every now and then I wonder if I'm crossing the line between trying to stay youthful, and being, you know, a grown-up.
I have no illusions that I'm 16 again, but I do try to keep up with what's going on. And believe me there's a fine line there. I don't think I've ever seen Mimi as embarrassed as the day I showed up at the school to pick her up, singing a song that had been stuck in my head.
"If ya liked it, then ya shoulda putta ring on it..."
She turned about 5 shades of pink - - - right before she went purple. And nobody was even within earshot except me and her.
Just for the record-- it's not like I got out of the car in front of the school and tried to do the dance or anything.
I'm just sayin'. It's a hard balancing line. Also it's hard to keep that song out of your head. (I hope you sing it in front of your teenager today. Or if you don't have teenagers yet, then your bishop.)
And just between you and me? I'm totally getting that spanking thing down.