Husband sent me a webcomic. Scroll down until you get to the old folks.
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/bolus/
ETA: I don't see the webcomic now, and the link takes you to someone's blog. I don't know anything about them, so please disregard.
http://iowahawk.typepad.com/bolus/
ETA: I don't see the webcomic now, and the link takes you to someone's blog. I don't know anything about them, so please disregard.
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I kept wanting to post an update this week that would read something like, "Nevermind. All is well." But I couldn't because it wasn't. We had a good night at dinner last night, though, when my daughter went off on a tangent about her favorite band, My Chemical Romance, and started smiling, getting excited, and talking to us -- husband and I -- as if we were her teen friends. She went on and on about Frankie and Gerard and Mikey and ... I'm not sure who else.
I thanked goodness yet again for fandom because the bandslash writers post about these guys all the time. While I didn't know details, at least I had an inkling of who they were and could ask questions that didn't send her sulking back into her own head. Last night I felt like I saw my daughter for the first time in forever. I've missed her.
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I'm so glad to hear about your good family evening. Your daughter is still there. This may be a high point for awhile, but there will be more good moments.
And it happened because you prepared yourself without even realizing it -- I'll try to learn from that. I expect my kids to get interested in the things that please me but I admit I make very little effort to bone up on the things that please them. But last week I joined Club Penguin.