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Scarlett took a shower while I cooked dinner.  

She sat at the table, hair washed and uncombed, and informed me "Oh by the way! Our chorus concert is tonight!"

"What?"

"Mom, I gave you the blue paper to sign the other day!"

"Um. No, you didn't."

"I didn't?"

"So what time is the concert?"

"Seven."

I look at the clock, it's 6:55. 

"Oh well."

"But it's a hundred points! My final grade!"

"That's too bad. Isn't it?"
 

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[retro-rider55.livejournal.com]

-and we were born, what: 35, 50 - ?

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

Now Stewart, snidery isn't necessary.

[retro-rider55.livejournal.com]

Now that the shoe's on the other foot, that's merely what I say to remind myself in times of exasperation that children aren't a species native to another planet. Just as 'we' were (now that we've turned into 'Them') when we were young. That coupled with the fact of my father constantly forgetting, or ignoring that we're not born 40.

[sapphirescarlet.livejournal.com]

I do a LOT of reminding myself how it felt to be eleven, or twelve, or in junior high, etc. It helps understand her moods, but it doesn't really help me tolerate them. lol I remember my anger escalating through my teens into my twenties when I literally had to fight my urge to kill my mother. And I wonder who will protect Scarlett from me when she gets to be that age, because now I know that feeling was mutual.