Jun 14, 2008
I see the future and I'm very afraid.
Grace climbed into bed with me the other morning, which is preferable to me having to get up, so I let her watch a little Sesame Street. She kicked back like she'd been doing this every morning for years, and of course she looked so cute I jumped up to get the camera (which sort of blew the luxury of being able to stay in bed). So one minute I'm thinking she looks so adorable, and in the blink of an eye my brain projects forward to teenage Grace, lounging in bed watching TV with a soda (diet) in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. But I can't imagine her teenage vocabulary, so I picture her tossing aside the empty bag of chips and demanding, "More chips." I'd stare at her until she gave me a surly, "PLEASE."