FIrst off, yay Thanksgiving. Where we celibrate the ability to eat by using it. It's the holiday with by far the least amount of irony to my knowledge.
Yesterday I was on the phone with my sister making plans and she put my niece on. She's tiny and a genius, just setting that up. She told me that for school they're reading the classic. The Outsiders. This brought on the probably not too unique shocks of 1. They still read that? and 2 You're old enough to read that? This is the same girl who gets mad when I make fun of how big time rush dances. She likes the tall one.