Forever young

There comes a point when we start identifying more with Clark Griswald than with Rusty. After which, you know there's just no going back. I don't want our kids following some strange boy out their window to never-never land, especially on a school night. If a greasy headed James Dean showed up to take Mia out for pop and a drive in, I'd run him off our porch. And don't get me started on that Eddie Haskel kid. Nothing but trouble.

All this to say, our girl is growing up, and though she's barely 6 months now, we can look back and say without irony, "remember when she was younger". So for the record, and to be read over and over again when she's 16 and grounded, this is how we will always remember her.



(you may be madam secretary to the UN, but I fed you avocado for the first time missy)