Are you living with a teenager? Here’s one clue: when she comes downstairs and, without asking, changes the radio station from the NPR morning news to the music station she wants to listen to — that’s a teenager. I’m not complaining; she fried an egg and made (fake) bacon for me. If only she’d change the channel back to NPR when she leaves the kitchen.
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I’m sorry! I had laundry! And it’s not my fault they don’t play GOOD rock at 9:30. . .
be glad I despise current mainstream music.
In the main, I’d be tempted to agree with you AKMA … saturday NPR is sacred at my house. However, “be glad I despise current mainstream music” does trump all.
My judgment much depends on whether there was any real bacon in the house.
Brooke, are you in doubt about that? In the Adam household?
Good News is yet to come: you’ll know you’ve succeeded when they get past the teen years they may tune the radio to NPR…..