Trav and I were asked to chaperone at the stake dance the other night. We were told to walk around and make sure the kids weren't "moshing". What in the world? Where have I been? I am officially old. Bummer. So... if you don't know what moshing is either, you must be old like me. ha ha. Moshing, is, if I understand it, is jumping and pushing and shoving each other. Nice, huh? Something to pass on to our grandkids.
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