Proof

I basically have teenagers.  They wear ponytails (sortof), "read" Vanity Fair, eat at a real table, take care of their babies, talk on the phone, love bracelets, try on clothes, and are full of sass.  For example, half the time I try to sing they all start saying "NO" loudly until I stop, complete with a look of disgust.  They do the same thing if they realize I am taking a picture.