Yesterday I was driving Mia home from a lesson and we were singing along to Ke$ha on the radio (I know, I’m such a dork), when the DJ intimated that Ke$ha was pregnant. We both screamed and had to Google this at a stoplight. What ensued was us both agreeing that Ke$ha was too young, and we didn’t think she was married or in a stable relationship (what do we know?). Mia brought up the fact that her aunt Tandi had a child at 20. But Mia felt this was ok because she was married. And then Mia decided that Ke$ha’s kid would be lucky to have a rock star mom. That’s cool. And then I realized that I’d just had a teenage moment with my 8 year old daughter.
And yes, I do sing along to Ke$ha. Who is the teenybopper here?