Eden: I love you. I don't love you.
Me: What?
Eden: I love you. I don't love you.
Me: What does that mean?
Eden: You know what it means.
Me: Ummm . . . no, I don't. What does it mean?
Eden: It means I'm a teenager.
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| This is an old picture, but once I saw it, I couldn't resist posting it. Is she not the cutest thing EVER? |
1 comment:
She is, indeed, the cutest thing ever! And who could resist her in that sweet T-shirt?
She made me laugh out loud with her insight into teenage confusion/angst/identity. How does she know these things?
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