I feel like my whole world is crashing down around me. First, I’m ordered to knock before entering my son’s bedroom. This is the same little boy that slept with me until he was 3-years-old. Then, days later I find out Snoop Dogg changed his name to Snoop Lion. I just can’t cope. It seems like yesterday he was just an innocent dog that liked to play with grass. I don’t know if I can “Pop it like it’s Hot” with Snoop Lion. Why can’t he just get a hair piece and corvette like every other man going through a mid-life crisis. This is shocking and not to mention a little inconvenient. Now, I’m going to have to get new personalized plates for my minivan.