Last night I was tucking Aidan in and as I was telling her to shut the laptop off and go to bed, I noticed this little gem on her Photo Booth screen and was all, "When did I give birth to Robert Smith?"
Does it say more about me that I was secretly thinking, "Go little goth kid, go!" than it does her? While I may not have the immediate answer, I looked at her and said, "You have GOT to email this to me."
All these years, and I still haven't shaken the Bauhaus from my system.