Anyhoo, The Girl seemed to thoroughly enjoy her first experience with the marching band. And, by enjoy, I mean she was all smiles right up until she saw me on the side of the street with my camera, when the smile was replaced with The Look; the one surly pre-teens get when they notice their parents taking any sort of pride in them. Sooo embarrassing, I know.
Of course, once she noticed our good friend, Neecie, standing next to me, she was all smiles once again. See?
The fact that I am parenting this child without smothering her in her sleep has got to be earning me points toward my eventual flight to Heaven; that can be the only explanation for why God created puberty.