A little while ago, I posted this on my Facebook page: "Every time I hear my nine-year-old sing Whistle by Flo Rida, a little piece of me dies." And it does. Then yesterday in the car, she told me that she now indeed understands why I change the station in the car every time it comes on. "Do you know what that song is about, mom?" she asked, with a horrified look on her face. *sigh* "Yes. Yes, I do."