My company hosted its annual picnic this evening and Sophie had tons ‘o fun.  She particularly liked her caricature.  I tried explaining to her that Farrah Fawcett had nothing on her, but she didn’t get it.  It’s funny how certain fleeting cultural references, those that resonated so strongly when we were kids, mean absolutely nothing to our children’s generation.

We’re just getting older.  With every passing day.  Ugh.