Saturday, March 8, 2008
My teenage daughter
She sleeps as late as she can on weekends, ususally somewhere in the neighborhood of 10 a.m. She rolls her eyes and has a major attitude. She is into earrings, fingernail polish and clothes. If asked to do something, she either does it sweetly or stomps around and acts as though I've just killed her. She has quite the social life and is on the phone with her friends daily. But wait...she's only six. I have some fun years ahead of me don't I?