My 11 year old - the middle girl child - needed a photograph of herself for a school project and I was prepared (for once) to offer up some pretty good examples of my futzing around (yes, it's a word!) and organizing some of our family pictures.
She should consider herself lucky, really - in between searching for a new dryer (and now washer, dammit!) preparing for a couple of new projects, meeting a good buddy for lunch and then catching up with tons of laundry, probably - heaven knows how I hate having to ignore the rest of the housework.
"Wait...NO...of course, I'm not busy...here, I've got the perfect one...check this out!"
Apparently, it wasn't.
[eyes go wide]
"What...I thought you loved getting dressed up and all...you know...um...I mean...with the dark...you know...and everything?"
[hands on hips]
"Nuh-uh...my face is so...ICK!...and my nose is so...UGH!...and what's with the skull cap...I look positively horrible!"
Okay - just when I started getting used to her talking street and wearing skulls - the kid goes and changes the rules on me. Go figure. No sweat. I can do this. After all, I remember what it was like to be eleven. YUCK! Heck, change is hard. Even for some of us adults, right?!?
"Right...so, what are you now?"
I handled that well, huh.
"What do you mean?"
[hands on hips]
"You know...like, your style...remember how we talked about it...when you went all Goth on us...with the black t-shirts, skull caps and stuff...sometimes it's hard for parents...you know...we just can't close our eyes and keep our mouths shut...and it may seem like we don't understand...but, we still love you...and would try and pretend to like it, at least."
"That's cewl, Momma...but....um...I am NOT Goth...never was...I mean...can't you see that I've always been kinda...you know...sporty!?!"
So, after only a few minutes of zooming, cropping and clipping, we finally agreed that the end result (see picture above) matched Thing Two's personality, perfectly - fun...a bit abstract...perhaps a little cool, even!
At least, I think.