Raising Divas

Coming home from Brian’s the other night, Tate was sitting in the backseat with the windows down.   The wind was blowing her hair and she starts in….

“My new bangs that I just cut keep getting in my face.  Speaking of face, I need to do my eye brows when we get home.  Oh and I totally need a mani and a pedi my nails look awful, but we need new colors.  I’m so over the ones we have.  Oh and Newt, I need in the bathroom first tonight because I have to shave.    Mom, why won’t you let me tan? My tan is fading and I’m starting to get pasty white and icky and it’s not even September yet…”

Did I mention she’s 13?  Just 13.

I’ve never been more proud.