Ah, yes, the 80s.
I had conveniently forgotten about the 80s.
Picture the Boy, a darling little tow-headed pre-schooler. He’s on the couch with his best friend Frankie, as dark as the Boy is blonde, waiting to go to pre-school.
They LOVE MTV.
Michael Jackson’s Thriller.
A-ha’s Take on Me.
Sledgehammer. Peter Gabriel.
They had their own version of head-banging – rocking their little bodies violently and in unison against the back of the couch, in time to the music.
This was one of their favorites.
These women still haunt my nightmares.