Royce's Random Thoughts

Driving Thomas and Georgia home from daycare, I had my mp3 player running through it's Most Played list, when it starts pumping out Weird Al's Pretty Fly For a Rabbi. I look back to check on Georgia to see her dancing in her car seat and trying to sing along to the words. Cue Daddy laughter. That absolves her out of at least one car accident when she's a teenager.