Saturday, January 28, 2006

It Takes a Village to Raise a Crazy Person

So there was peace for a few minutes.

Zoe disappeared for a wardrobe change. While in her room, she was temporarily mesmerized by the Disney Channel.

I wrote for awhile, cleaned the kitchen, stared into space. The usual weekend stuff.

About an hour later, she reappeared in super cute outfit -- a short plaid short skirt, pink collared shirt, white shoes, pink pantyhose, white purse, white headband.

I go to High School. I'm a teenager. She announced more to the sofa than to me.

Wow. I guess you do. (Playing along with it sometimes speeds it all along --)

She spun a few times, swinging her purse.
Then frowned, grimaced, and crossed her arms.

Zoe Maria! What was that about? Are you being rude?

No. She looked surprised and uncrossed her arms -- an actress stepping out of character.
I'm POPULAR.

She looked at me like I was crazy, spun again and marched back to her room.

Back to the Disney Channel World.

It takes a village --