Wow.Rachel turned 16 today.
As my mom remarked tonight, 16 years ago, we were all quite nervous.
And look how it all turned out . . .
But she is a teenager. We argued a couple of times today and each time she tried to play the birthday card: "You have to be nice to me! It's my birthday!"
Each time she tried to play the birthday card, I played the mother in labor card.
And the mother who just spent a weekend in Denver and a lot of money card.
My hand trumped her hand.
2 comments:
You're a formidable opponent. Her future significant others don't stand a chance if she masters your skills.
What was it she wanted?
It was more what she didn't want. She didn't want to clean her room or finish her homework or do her laundry or . . . She had been a complete pill Friday evening, storming out of the house and slamming the front door so she was on restriction and she didn't appreciate it what with it being her birthday.
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