And the clock strikes twelve

              I was going to make this post about Feisty Pants' review of binge watching a season of Game of Thrones (which I thought be funny) but her entire view of it was summed up in, "Not enough dragons"  so no. (And don't bitch at me, she doesn't see that well so she misses most of the stuff she shouldn't see)  Then I was going to get her to review a movie or two but she summed up Captain America as "Ok, but not as pretty as Thor," and another movie as "fine until it bored me," so now I gotta come up with something else.  Perhaps I will make this post about very effing twelve years old she is. Of course, then I have to come up with spelling out the sound of her eye rolling.

              In some ways she is still just a tiny thing.  She is officially short.  (Diagnosed with "short stature" due to the cp and repeated infections which stunted her growth.)  She is rather thin.  Cp, again.  She absolutely cute and feisty which seems to add her "aren't I just a pixie" demeanor.   Her speech is garbled and her face, while beautiful, is not always expressive to an outsider.  Which again, makes her seem younger.   But she is tough as nails.  And in some ways, a little world weary.  (How many emergency helicopters have you ridden on?  How many times has an ER doctor popped a hole in your shinbone while you watched him?)  Feisty Pants even has the dark sense of humor of someone who has been there, done that, got the stitches to prove it.   And she is most certainly twelve.  Superheroes are now judged on whether they are pretty on top of super.  Side eye is now an art form.  She was seen holding hands with a boy at school.  And another boy gave her his phone number.   Which she promptly brought home and used as a reason why she needs her own facebook account. ("Not fair.  Can't talk phone.")

               So now, we are distinctly looking down the barrel of puberty, whether we like it or not.   And whether her father is ready for another teenage girl or not.  (At least, so far, this one does not slam doors)  And just to drive the point home, today she asked her father to buy her a beer.  Those people on the tv ad were dancing on a beach and they looked like they were having fun.  When told NO, she said she would simply ask someone else to do it, because summers are made for parties.  There is no finer example of  an incredible combination of naivete and too cool for the universe diva-tude as a twelve year old girl.  And now Feisty Pants has got in spades.  May the Universe have mercy on us all.