KatyBeth (jamming): “One day, I was on the ground, when I needed a hand and it couldn’t be found…”
Older Child: “Ugh. What is that?”
KatyBeth (rolling her eyes): “Dude, that’s Santana. Don’t you know anything?”
Older Child: “Who’s Santana?”
KatyBeth (disgusted): “Buy ‘em books, send ‘em to school, and they just eat the crayons.”
I’m so proud, I almost shed a tear.