My Kids Are Cool. Weird, But Cool.

I consider myself kind of strange. I've never been concerned about what everyone else is wearing/saying/eating/watching, etc. I was known to wear an ankle-length, bright orange skirt now and then in high school. I just didn't particularly give a shit what people thought of me. Now, it seems, my kids are the same way. I can't really put into words how much I want them to hold onto this trait. I love their strange, interesting, happily-dancing-around-the-house-singing-AC/DC-selves. They're fabulous!

Their favorite band...