May 12th, 2008
..when my oldest daughter, my middle child, allows me to take pictures of her. She’s full of 13 angst and impatience, and preference for being behind the camera rather then in front of one, so I don’t push it, often. But when she relaxes, she is stunning…
And some days, like today, her true colors come shining through!
The rule in my house about hair color: you must be at least 12 years old, and understand that folks will point, laugh, snicker. When you can handle that, you’re hair is up to you, you make the decisions. Simple, no? Longtime readers here know that I’m no stranger to funky hair myself, so it seemed a reasonable compromise. Today, my daughter decided to take a dip in the color pool….
with blue streaks.
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May 12th, 2008
I know, I keep saying that, but they are! Maybe it’s just MY teenagers…
Me: What’s that in your back pocket?
Boy: my wallet.
Me: the OTHER pocket.
Boy: A love letter.
Me: YAY! FROM WHO?
Boy: Not telling.
Me: From G? (That’d be his best bud, a boy, of course.)
Boy: No.
Me: From Z? (The other best bud, a boy, of course.)
G: That I’d believe!
Boy: NO!
Me: FROM WHO?
Boy: SECRET ADMIRER!
Me: But you tell me EVERYTHING!
G: not anymore.
Me: But I’m your best friend, Boy!
G: Excuse me?
Me: Your best GIRL friend!
G: NOT ANYMORE!
Me: *Sulk*
Boy: I win!
He then tossed the paper at me. It’s a study guide for an upcoming test in power mechanics. *L* See? Don’t YOU wish you had (my) teenagers?!
