"I'm going to stay up all night until I fall asleep!" shared Natalie.
"You were so brave today selling cookies door to door. I am so proud of you!" I shared.
"Nah...selling cookies is not being brave, Mom. Maybe if I had helped someone from an avalanche -- now that would be brave," replied Natalie.
"Mom, you have to stop making hairbows," shared Natalie
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Whenever I wear them people think I'm cute. I don't want to be cute! I am going to look silly on stage singing -- though my hair is perfect -- these hairbows are ruining it!" explained Natalie.
(At this point I'm just concentrating on keeping both hands on the wheel and my lips pursed together for fear I'll run off the road in a fit of laughter.)
"I think people like cute," I replied.
"Mom, little boys don't like cute," she explained
(Oh my -- Dear God: Please send HELP)
"They don't? What do you think they like?" I inquired.
"Rock n'roll" she replied (her voice going up an octave at the end as in "duh, Mom")