Going the Wrong Way? I think not!
is seventeen years old today. She was delivered via a pair of steel salad servers gripping her skull, literally ripping her out of me after 23 hours of resistance. Her nickname is Miss Molasses
because she is a dawdler; obviously, has been from birth. But also because she is thoughtful, analytical, and precise in the extreme, qualities she shares with both grandfathers. She is an old soul and smarter than both her parents, perhaps combined (but not yet as wise). Going off to college in less than a year will be a reverse forceps delivery for her mother. Thing 1/Miss Molasses/Angel Girl
is a good girl. I love her dearly. She is going to rock the next year of her life.