Our darling Sassy turned 18 the other day, and we celebrated like every other family - with a nice meal at a local hotspot, a cake with candles, sang the big birthday song and enjoyed the night. We showered her not with Barbies, toys, or makeup, but with gas cards, Starbucks cards and cold hard cash.
Then last night's conversation went something like this:
"So, now that you're 18, how does it feel?" I asked.
"Great! Jane and I went and bought a lottery ticket, and I won five dollars! Then, I set my alarm that night for midnight, and we went driving around town after MIDNIGHT just because I could. And tonight I'm getting the tattoo." Big smile.
"You KNOW, you COULD do things that NORMAL 18 year-olds do, like, oh, I don't know, perhaps register to VOTE?"
"EWWWWWWWW! Mom, you are disgusting."