That song brings me right back to 1984.

Laurel has her camp talent show next week (which I plan to attend).  She is very excited.  Apparently she is part of a group of girls that are dancing to Girls Just Want to Have Fun.  That song brings me right back to 1984.  I was 12 and on the precipice of teen awkwardness and angst---good times.  I told Laurel that I loved that song and I was in the sixth grade when I would dance to it.

Me: Laurel, I loved that song.  You know I was in the sixth grade when it came out.
Her:Yeah, I know.  It is a really old song.

Jesus, right in the gut.  I don't know what made me feel older her comment or seeing two gray hairs trying to mesh into my regular hair.  There was no meshing of those hairs.  They are not even gray but shimmering white.  Putting tinsel in my hair would be more subtle.

I look past her comment and offer to download the song on her play list. Excitedly she says yes.  So I do. I put it on her play list and hand her my phone  I find it funny how she uses my IPhone like a transistor radio.

Her:  What is this?
Me:  The song you wanted-Girls Just Want to Have Fun.
Her:  But who is this woman?  (The emphasis on the word "this" just drips with contempt.  And what does she mean, "this woman?")
Me:  Laurel--this is Cyndi Lauper.  This song is her song.
Her:  I like Miley Cyrus.  Do you know who she is?
Me:  (Yes Laurel I do..that young post Disney minx has seem to dodge the Lindsey Lohan curse over the past few years.)  
Her:  We dance to Miley Cyrus. It is kind of faster than this song. (She seems to be embarrassed for me.)
Me:  Would you like me to download the Miley version? (God help me.)
Her:  Pleeeeeze..

So I do.  And while Laurel has told me the song, I am not allowed to see the dance moves.  But I peek every now and then.  I notice that she dances without abandon just like I did, back in 1984.