I look forward to the day when Minime’s tweenage daughter communicates primarily by rolling her eyes. The eye roll of “ohmygod Mom, you’re so stupid.” The eye roll of “yes I heard you but I’m not really listening.” The eye roll of “I can’t wait until I’m 18 and can live in a super cool apartment with other beautiful people such as myself and we’ll be rich and fabulous and everyone will be so super jealous.”
Yes, I look forward to that wonderful day. Until then, I can only watch Minime’s eyerolling antics and know that she’ll get double the trouble she gives me. Ah, tweenagers…good times.