11-Year-Old Boys And What They Like To Do
My son’s friends came over and hung out today. They spent equal amounts of time watching Annoying Orange, laughing at Justin Bieber and discussing the future of automobiles — how they could be fueled by magnets, solar energy and trash. 
They laugh at fart jokes and clear their plates without being asked. Two are the size of 9-year-olds and two have clearly started puberty and are about to tower over me any second. And they are impressed that I know what Indy Mogul is.
I am at once both hopeful about the future of America and concerned that I’ll have to watch more Annoying Orange look-alikes for the next dozen years…