I believe it was last week when my middle kid came up to me and The Man with her simple request.
M: Hey, Mama and Man? Can you put me in some kind of medically induced coma or sleep for the five years that I'm going to be a teenager?
M: repeats request
Me: Why on earth would you want to do that, Sweetheart?? The teenage years can be some of the best years of your life!
M: Because if it's anything like Sissy makes it out to be? I don't want no part of it.
Me: Look here. You can't set any standards by your sister. She's is a one of kind original.
M: But, she makes it seem so hard and dramatic. I figure if I could just sleep through all of that? Then I wouldn't have to deal with it.
Poor kid. She's serious as she can be. This is where you have to dig deep and try not to fall on the floor laughing and very seriously explain that everyone is different and handle things in unique ways. That, and her sister is plain crazy.
I have a feeling she intends to get lost in her golf game. She has big plans.
And I'm perfectly okay with that.