While Noel tried to get interviews transcribed for one of his Hollywood Reporter stories, I took the kids to the playground, where (as usual in the spring, summer, and fall months) a birthday party was underway. Here's what I learned about kids today from listening to the chatter coming from them and their parents:
- Their names are "Madison, come ON!" and "Sierra! Sierra NICOLE!"
- The hot ditty of the moment is an irreverent send-up of R. Kelly's "I Believe I Can Fly" in the spirit of "Jingle Bells, Batman Smells." As rendered by an eight-year-old over and over on the swings: "I believe I can flyyyyy! I got shot by the FBIiiiiiiy!"
- If circumstantial evidence can be believed, at least one ten-year-old girl in Conway is smoking without apparent parental disapproval. (I base this conclusion on said girl's pile of possessions left on the ground as she swung, and collected by her after she finished and headed back to the party where her folks were waiting: a tumbler of tea, a lighter, and a pack of Marlboros.)