Rollie Gets Crunk

One of the interesting things about being a parent is how all semblance of cool flies out the window upon toddlerhood. Sure, I can still go see Rogue Wave on a Saturday night (with much to do about babysitters), but on Sunday morning, I am still going to find myself hung over and forced to dance to the new Jack Johnson song from Curious George. Shit, I am even starting to like it.