My daughter, Alison, is still laughing.
Her 7-year-old daughter, Caroline, was out on the deck the other day hollering to her friends, “Yo! What up, homies?”
Alison said she was both horrified and amused. “I don’t remember giving birth to a gangsta,” she said.
I reminded her of the time we walked to her elementary school to see who her first grade teacher would be that year. The lists weren’t posted yet and she shook her head and said, “What a bummer.”