My older daughter, Doom, is eleven and very recently began the long walk down the red brick road that leads to Womanhood. Because of this, I have started inking a teeny tiny, itty bitty, wee little spot on the calendar to mark the dates upon which she encounters the Red Sea so that I can chart her journey’s progress and keep track of when she might be approaching it once again.
In less descriptive terms, my kid’s on the rag. Also, apparently the road to Womanhood is just a big circle.
I intended to add what would be another minuscule dot beside the 5th of March, when I noticed that my younger daughter took it upon herself to clarify, in gruesome detail for all the world to see, exactly what happened to her older sister on the 1st:
Well played, little sister. Well played.