Kendall is amazing.
She dances, sings, performs skits, and can throw out an insult faster and meaner than a 10th grade cheerleader. For example:
While waiting in line at the local super market:
"WOW! Mom - your hair is turning really, REALLY dark brown. Here. At the top. And I see gray hairs, too. I like all the pretty colors on your hair, mom. Except, I don't."
While organizing her old clothes to give away:
"Mom, where are all of these going?" "Well, honey, you've grown out of them so we're going to give them to a friend of mine." Silence. More silence. I glance over to see her staring at me, slack jawed and wide eyed. "YOU. HAVE. FRIENDS?"
I hope she's saving for my therapy.
