Today on the way home from coaching soccer practice (GO FIREDOGS!), I had the privilege of listening to my daughter and our neighbor, Grace, try their hand at rapping. They were screaming their raps at innocent pedestrians who likely wondered what kind of mother lets her kids scream at pedestrians.
"Yo, yo, yo. My name is Joe!
We're freaky, freaky fresh. Freaky, freaky fresh!
Yo, yo yo. No, no no.
Exciting times. I came home and took 2 Ibuprofen.