Julie has started her countdown. She looked at me on her way to bed tonight and said, "Seventeen days, Mom." It only took me a second to catch on. Of course, she could only mean one thing--her birthday. It's a countdown she puts us through every year.
Last year was particularly painful as the countdown began because I was conjuring up all kinds of frightening thoughts of what lay ahead for the year, i.e. teenage driver, first dates, boyfriends. Talk about lions and tigers and bears! Well, we made it through the first date, driver's ed and some on the road driving (though we don't have our license yet but that's another blog), and thankfully she is a really good hearted, wonderfully behaved teenager who hasn't come home with a whole slew of boys just yet!
So anyway, after she announced there were just seventeen shopping days left until her birthday, I tried to strike a deal with her. I suggested we just skip her becoming seventeen altogether and stick with sixteen since it worked out so well for both of us. I mean why screw it up when it's working? She wasn't interested. Not even a little bit. Geez, go figure? Kids these days!
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