Quote of the Day: "Don't go all Dad-Skype on me."
What I'm reading: Cloaked in Red, by Vivian Vande Velde

I like teenagers, liked them when I taught high school Latin, liked them even on the young end when I taught middle school. So I have been looking forward to when my children became teenagers. And indeed, my eldest daughter has a dry wit, and an interesting perspective. I like her observances on the world and the way people are, and the way she sees her place in it all.

The hard part, alas, is that part of this stage in development also involves a lot of frustration and loud volume. It's sometimes like being an opera, where everything that should be spoken, is sung. Only, instead of singing, it's all done in yelling. I'm trying to stick to the libretto, and not get caught up in the rest.