As we were driving to dinner last night, M was in the back singing the ABC's in her sweet little baby babble. Wistfully, I said to C,
"I wish we could freeze her so she will stay cute forever."
"She will be...she's our little girl," he replied.
"No. She will grow up into a bratty know-it-all teenager. And that is not cute."
"Well, we will just have to give her sedatives."
I laughed so hard, my face hurt. Of course I would never, ever do that to my child. But it made me think of the inevitable fact that all teenagers are rebellious in some way. Even the good ones - and I was one of the good ones. Not until I had reached legal age, did I commit my acts of social rebellion.
I want to preserve the memory of my sweet little girl forever. Especially for those days when she is screaming at me because I wont let her go out with "Derek with a mustache and a mustang." That way, I can look at her and see my daughter who I love more than the air I breathe, not some bratty know-it-all teenager.
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