I learned a long time ago that both my children carry my Wiseguy gene, and it’s almost a certainty that they passed it on to their kids.
Last night, my son did one of those Foursquare checkins at a place called The Scene, prompting the following exchange:
Becky Carson: This ain’t a scene. It’s an arms race?
Russell Hill: Lots of good bands tonight. You should come out.
Charles G. Hill: Am I supposed to be concerned that my daughter is making gratuitous Fall Out Boy references?
Becky Carson: More importantly, where is the concern for the father that knows a Fall Out Boy reference.
Russell Hill: Well, this is concerning.