My 7-year-old told me she’s going to marry Patrick Kane. “And then my name will be Maddie Rose *our-last-name* Kane.” My almost-4-year-old son then asks who he can marry. I asked him who his first choice would be, and after thinking about it for a minute, he grinned and said, “Jonathan Toews!”
Yeah, honey. Get in line.
Adults complaining about the younger generation are really just saying their generation did a shitty job raising their kids.