Their tastes are more mature than mine.

On a recent car trip, we were listening to songs from "Bear in the Big Blue House". The Terrors are too old for that show now, but I miss Bear and his songs. Everyone was singing along to the mail song:

(Come on. Let's go check the mailbox and see what's in the mail today. Hmm.)
What's in the mail today?
What's in the mail today?
What's in the mail today?
What's in the mail today?
Is is it a picture that my Grandma drew?
Of Grandma dancin' with a kangaroo
It could be a cookie recipe
From my aunt who says
She thinks the world of me
Is it a story from a magazine (Magazine!)
About a monkey in a submarine (In a submarine!)
I would laugh to see a photograph (Ooh ooh aww)
Of my good friend jumpin' rope with a giraffe
It would be fun to send a letter back (Ooh yeah)
It makes me smile to think my friends will say (Say what?)
I wonder what's in the mail today?
What's in the mail today?
What's in the mail today?
I wonder wonder
What's in the mail today?
What's in the
What's in the mail today?
Oooooooh. Yeah.

So. You get the picture. Lot's of speculation about the possibilities in the mail. As the song ended, Girl Terror sighed and said "If you really want to know what's in the mail so bad, just. go. check."

I think it's safe to say she's "over" Bear.