There's a new radio station in town that plays music from the mid to late 90s. On the way to school Jackson asked me:
Mama, what music is this?
This is supposed to be GenX music.
Oh. Where does it live?
It lives in Barton Coliseum.
You, me and that baby and that other baby. While I promise to never write about what I ate for lunch or about that dream I had last night, I cannot promise there won't be poop mentioned.