I was scrolling through radio stations in my car the other day when Bette Davis Eyes came on.
Annoying tune, valuable lesson.
I realized my tween-age kids had no idea what the song was about. I started thinking about all the memes, sly comments and passing references they’ll have to decipher in their lifetimes.
How will they ever make it through an episode of The Simpsons, playful banter in a bar and all those T-shirt slogans?
I realized it’s my job as a mom to prevent them from making socially fatal “malapropisms.” I refuse to let my children muddle through life missing all the inside jokes.
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