The sky is blue. No, it’s not.

The Girl and I got into a spat this morning. It wasn’t serious but it was frustrating.

ME:   That skirt doesn’t touch your knees – pretty sure you can’t wear it to school.
HER:   It does so! *ineffectual tug, ineffectual tug* See?
ME:   Really? Change skirts. I don’t want them to send you home.
HER:   They aren’t going to send me home!

Fashion sense. I haz it.

It wasn’t so much the skirt. I actually kind of liked her outfit. Stripey socks and Jack Skellington T-shirt FTW!

No. It was the immediate jump to arguing that made me see red. Because this has been happening a lot. A whole lot. She will argue with me about anything and everything. Heck, she argues with me about stuff we agree on. It’s like she can’t help herself.

And, I know that it is because she is twelve and asserting her independence and becoming her own person and yadda yadda yadda. I am cool with that. Sorta. Kinda. Maybe.

OK. I am cool with it in theory. But it still is difficult to experience. One, because it is just goddamn annoying to have everything you say brought up as a debate point. Two, because it means that she isn’t wholly my Girl, anymore. She is becoming an adult, someone who – in theory – thinks and decides for herself. Which is very cool and keen and all that. But it doesn’t make it easier.

Especially when we are arguing about whether the sky is blue.

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Bill Cosby was right.

Additionally? I just found that she has eaten more than half of the processed cheese-like food (read: american cheese slices) that she loves for her sandwiches. Granted, they are hers. No one else will eat the nasty things. But, I just bought those less than 3 days ago. We should not already be below the halfway mark! This is in addition to the gone-through-a-banana-cluster in the same amount of time.

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Now, I KNOW that kids her age eat with two forks; it’s all part and parcel of the incredible physical demands of growth. But, goddamn. I may have to take out a secondary mortgage just to keep up with the teen-feedings.

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