Some conversations in our home leave me with the heavy impression that we're doing it all wrong.
Fish: We have to dress like the 80s.
Rough Stuff: You should wear Tuna's wig!
Um...the Mad Hatter wig? From Halloween? Because...why?
Me: Yeah...that's not really 80s, guys.
Rough Stuff: Mom, were you alive in the 80s?
Me: Do the math.
Rough Stuff: WHOA! Moms' turning 40 next year!
I don't think I like this convo.
Rough Stuff: So, Dad had an afro?
Fish: No, Dad's tan, not black.
"Kids, let's Google some 80s images!" Before this convo gets any more off track.