Over cereal this morning we caught a scene or two of Wayne's World, another evocative piece of pop culture from my childhood that Laura had no idea even existed. I just shake it off these days. But it's funny how all these years later and I still find it gloriously silly. Garth daydreaming himself singing Foxy Lady to the blonde is such a nice memory for some reason, and it still tickles me pink.
I asked Yuula if Mommy was a "foxy lady". She said no.
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