Daddy's Little Texter
My 12-year old girl is getting to the age where things can be very confusing... for me. Many times she acts like she is 18. Sometimes, she is eight. But the bottom line is I am watching my little baby disappear in front of my eyes. If you think this blog is headed down Sadness Avenue, it is not. I am really enjoying watching her grow up. We listen to a lot of the same music -- except for Bob Dylan. For some reason, she thinks he sounds whiny. What does she know? We enjoy a lot of the same movies and TV shows. Most of all, we enjoy each other. I hope that continues. One thing that we don’t have in common, is a cell phone. I know it’s only a short time away, but somehow we have successfully held off getting her a cell phone for the time being. Being unemployed, it’s easy to justify not wanting the extra monthly costs, but I think the truth is, we, her parents, are not ready for that next step of independence. I certainly understand the upside of her having a phone if she ...