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…
