Saturday, April 18, 2009

Sweet fourteen

Fourteen year old girls think they rule the world. They love to shop, hang out, lay in front of the TV, send 48 text messages an hour, eat whatever they can lay their hands on. But don't ask them to help out in the kitchen, to vacuum the house, to feed their cat. Unless you want to get that ugly HUH? look. O are they good at that alright! Their nastiest look is reserved for good old mom. Daddy is the fun guy. He doesn't nag, he is always willing to give in - especially when they give him that sad puppy look - and he's a child amongst the other children. What more can a fourteen year old ask for? 
If you want to teach them how to boil an egg, they say: Like I eat eggs?? Trying to explain to them that socks do come in pairs, doesn't ring a bell in their heads to look under their mattresses for the lonely other. 
Zits on oily skins, greasy hair, periods, braces and bras... I have two teenage girls. I'm glad the youngest is only 12. But there's a red alert once in a while, that she's not that far off anymore, from becoming a full-time adolescent.

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