I am a mom.
Okay.
You caught me.
I'm not really a mom.
But I take care of 32 kids.
I'm like their mom.
One of them is 14.
She is a ballerina.
She makes me laugh, a lot.
14 is SUCH a fun age. It really is.
14 and innocent. I can't speak for 14 and dating. Or 14 and pregnant. Or 14 and defiant.
But 14 and innocent.
It's amazeballs.
Anyways, "Abster" as she'll forever be known and I were walking to get her cell phone, which, surprise, surprise, she left at school.
While we were walking I asked about her new costume for dance.
Her reply was, "It's okay."
I probed and asked what okay meant.
"I look like a sparkly car wash," she retorted matter of factly.
I could picture her in her magenta and sequenced sparkly car wash instantly.
LOVE that child.
☮, 
, ♥,
