Growing up and becoming wisecracks

Kids grow up – and wise up. All of a sudden, they have their own wallets and their own tastes in music – and they start answering you back. And you think, “Wasn’t it great when they were toddlers.”

“Kiss a boy?” “No way, not me.” It’s better to mess with them, bother them. That’s what my nine-year-old daughter and a friend agreed was best to do.

My youngest daughter likes to talk a lot in the car. The key? Nod your head and laugh, because she won’t stop and it can be pretty funny.

What could be more fun than doing death defying stunts for a living? That’s what my 10-year-old son is thinking of doing.

My youngest daughter is becoming quite the artist, and her latest expressions may be beyond you.

My youngest is not a morning person. Of course, that’s my excuse for why she can be so grumpy at breakfast.

A friend came back with a gleaming report about my two daughters after looking after them. I smiled. My youngest didn’t.