Truth

So I'm trying to clean up a little bit and listen to the music I want to listen to (novel concept, I know, since Baz insists on Elvis Costello and Beach Boys day and night) and he's shrieking and fucking up my computer. And before I know it, under my breath comes: Kids can fuck anything up.

Now, I'm not the kind of mother who usually says stuff like that, though I am a strict mother who doesn't put up with shit. But it just came out. And you know what? Sometimes it's true.