>Well, after what seemed like a short visit, Aspen headed back home to California this past Friday. It seems like we hardly saw her, since she was in volleyball camp for half the visit and asleep for the other half (Remember how tiring being a teen was? Apparently, it still is.), but we still got a good dose of teen-ness when we did see her.
Me: Aspen, did you have breakfast?
A: I had some grapes.
Me: You aren’t eating lunch until 12. You need to eat something before you workout.
Me: Also, you need to stop being passive aggressive.
A: What’s passive aggressive?
Me: Will you eat pancakes if I make them?
Me: Of course. Yay tan food!
Aspen comes home from the overnight weekend camp and leaves her suitcase on the floor of the livingroom. Eames has a great time going through her stuff. He finds her toothbrush and proceeds to brush not only his hair with it but also Simi’s.
Me (talking on the phone): Hey Kathy. Can you do me a favor and peek out your window to make sure Aspen isn’t letting Eames run into traffic?
Kathy (sounding surprised): Oh, I have him.
Me (sounding more surprised): You do?
Kathy: Yeah. Aspen brought to me about 3:30 and said, “Can you watch him? We can’t get cooking done. I thought she was going over there.
Me: Huh. She volunteered to watch him at about 3:10. I thought she was outside playing in Jenai’s yard. Would’ve been nice if she’s told me…
Me (5:30, in the kitchen): Aspen, you know how when your plans change and you go somewhere else and you have to call and let us know that you’ll be in a different place?
Me: Well, the same thing applies to when the 15 month old’s plans change and he’s not where you said he’d be.
Aspen: There’s nothing normal about me.
Josh: Name one thing about you that isn’t normal.
Aspen: I have flat feet and I pronate.
Me: Most people pronate. But, Nike convinced us it’s not natural and now they’re rich.
Aspen: Well, I have flat feet anyway.