I love working with teenage volunteers. You never know what is going to happen next. Sometimes that is a good thing. Other times…less so.
Today I had 4 teenage boys sitting in the back of my van and they did not want to sit still. My sister Anna, who was riding shotgun, finally turned around and snapped:
“You are not Selena Gomez! You can keep your hands to yourself.”
If that isn’t the most apropos use of that lyric ever, I don’t know what is.