Me, two days ago: "Gosh, I wish Darcy II felt comfortable enough to open up more."
Me, last night at 2am, looking at my phone with one blurry eye because the other one was stuck shut: "Is that kid still fucking texting me about boys?"
Somehow, quite unwittingly, I have become a teenage girl's bestest girlfriend. The insecurity and insanity that reside there are worse than anything I ever imagined. Help.
I'm teaching her how to build web sites, and she's crushing it. For those of you who understand such things: she went from not knowing what a p tag is to happily creating DIVs with CSS and stealing scripts within a couple hours. For those of you who don't understand such things: she is a very bright girl indeed.
Okay, so I lied. No one happily creates DIVs.
We share a folder in Dropbox, so unbeknownst to her, I watch what she's coding while she's coding it. And yesterday, she wrote the following Bio her for herself:
"I believe that challenging yourself is the best way to learn. I hope to one day to inspire others as John inspires me."
Mmmph, I choked. I wasn't expecting that. I teared up with pride.
10 minutes later, she changed the sentence to "I like computers, cats and traveling."