I wonder if the magic of being a parent ever wears off? It seems that Willy and I still look at each other in disbelief over all we have created. My mom giggled the other day and painted a dirty nasty picture when she said, “Wait until one of them tells you they hate you”. I told my mom I hated her; I was 16 and I thought I was the cats meow. I also remember the time my mom forced me to take a picture in front of my car on the first day I drove myself to school. I flipped the camera off because I was so angry that she wanted to capture the moment. My mom did nothing but annoy me in my teenage years despite the fact that today she is a huge, and welcomed, part of my life (cheers to growing up and maturing, right?). I want to burst into tears at the mere thought that karma is a effin’ bitch and the time will likely come when I’ll be on the receiving end.