I had intended to share reams of photos from Christmas. Then I left my camera at my parents' house. Since I am too lazy to verbally reconstruct the holidays, I will wait and do the Christmas update thang next week.
Instead I would like to present reasons why my child will be the next Joan Jett or other such badass rocker chick:
(scene: coffee shop)
Mom: "Hope, there's a huge hole in the top of your shoe! Why are you wearing them?"
Hope: "Because its punk rock, mom, thats why!"
(scene: Amanda and Sam are in the front of the truck listening to Hope in the back seat.)
Sam: "Is Hope singing guitar solos?"
Amanda: "Yeah, she is, that's cute."
Sam: (pauses) "Lord, she is singing Black Label Society."
Sam: "Hope is metal. That's awesome!"
(scene: leaving the public library)
Hope: "Mom, I really want to check out the David Bowie book! He's my favorite singer EVER!"
Mom: "No, it is a book written for adults. You can read it when you're older."
Hope: "HOW OLD?"
Mom: "Oh, lets say 16. David Bowie has made mistakes in his life that you don't need to read about."
Hope: "What kind of mistakes?"
Mom: "Well, like drugs..."
Hope: "MOM, it was the 70s, everyone did drugs!"
Mom: "HOPE! That isn't true, Grandma and Grandpa didn't do drugs!"
Hope: "Okay, well everyone else did. It was the 70s."
(scene: late Christmas afternoon)
Hope: "Hooray! I got $20 from Papaw for Christmas! May I buy a CD?"
Mom: "Of course, Borders is having a sale today, lets hop online and see what they have. You know, buying your first CD is a big experience!"
Hope: "I know! I'm excited!"
Mom: "Look, they have lots of different iCarly CDs and some by Miranda Cosgrove.... which one....what is it, Hope?"
Hope: "Well, I was kind of thinking I really want a Heart CD. Barracuda...dum dum dum dum dum dum dum DUM WAHHHHHH."
Mom: (agog) "um, okay, Heart's Greatest Hits it is!"
Let's just say I'm preparing myself for the teen years. Oh, and all of these rocker chick scenarios occurred in a one week time period.