Faith: I have a friend at school.
ME: Oh, yeah? What's the name of your new friend?
Faith: Brandon. [she sort of sings the name]
ME: Why are you smiling so much?
Faith: He's cuuute. [all smiles and still sort of singing it]
I think I caught my husband shooting fake bullets to his head.
The whole time, I'm like, in my head . . . "I'm not my mother. I'm not my mother. I'm going to handle this better than my mother. I know that I can do this."
Also, just trying to not relive my earliest memories of first grade when I was told that I wouldn't date TILL I WAS SIXTEEN! So, don't even think of liking that boy!!