As I was driving to our various and sundry camps this morning, I asked my children what they wanted to listen to in the car.
“Johnny Cash!” opined Whit.
“That’s what you get for waking up in Vegas!” shouted Grace.
Frankly I’m sort of surprised. I thought Grace was more the dark and brooding type, all serious and heavy like that, and Whit more likely to show up in a Hello Kitty or sushi outfit.