The Evil Spawn up close and personal is an experience.
For the life of me, I can’t remember why we bought her (this is a joke… as far as you and the authorities know…).
Seeing her in the wild of junior high is just weird.
Weird because in a world where everyone is struggling to fit in, she doesn’t care.
I find it both interesting and oddly disturbing.
She’s at the age where she should be aware of how she looks, acts, and talks.
She hasn’t a clue.
And if she does, she doesn’t care.
I’m not even sure she knows she’s supposed to care.
She prides herself of going down a path where she’s the only traveler.
Her fashion sense is simple. The more sequins the better. She dresses like a really bad country western singer (think Porter Wagoner… by the way this is my oldest reference ever!).
She has more self-esteem than 20 teenagers combined.
It’s borderline disturbing.
Her worst day ever was great.
I have no idea where she gets it. It makes me want to meet her real father (another joke… I think… although my wife was strangely quiet when she read this).
Is it possible for my daughter to go through life and be completely content in who she is?
Note from wife: She gets the “I don’t care” gene honestly. And for that I am VERY thankful.