Picture this: you’re driving with the windows down blaring country music singing with your friends, it’s still light out at 7pm and it’s 75 degrees, I need that. We need that.
I cannot get over that when I was 8-10 years old I would call my dad AT WORK and speak with a SECRETARY (“sorry honey! He’s in a meeting!”) and idk if my 12yo knows how to make a telephone call.