that nothing is funnier than my little city kid, my little eight-year-old girl, in a big city bathtub, wearing a turquoise shower cap, belting out, “Someday, I’ll be, living in a great big city,” over and over again.
Then almost howling, “Why you gotta be so meeeeean?”
Then down to a whisper, “Why you gotta be so mean?”
I have to admit that I’m beginning to really like Taylor Swift. Really. My daughter could have way worse role models.