June 17th, 1995

My little sister turns fourteen today. To celebrate I took her over to the Shops at Riverside to pick out a new purse. The night's running total? 1 Coach Purse: $298, 1 Matching Coach Wallet: $98, 4 Godiva Truffles: $8.80, 3 Godiva Hot Chocolates: $10.50, 1 Godiva Chocolate Strawberry: $6.50, 3 Mr.Cupcake Cupcakes: $6, 1 Rice Krispy Treat: $2.50.

Someone else can add that up while I stand off to the side and cry a little.

I'm not totally ok with her being fourteen (especially because I made her repeat 12 and never let her be 13...if you're wondering if I have the power to do that you don't know me. Up until the last month or two whenever anyone asked her how old she was she would quickly answer "Twelve!" with a wary glance in my direction. Recently it changed to "Almost fourteen."). I'm definitely not ok with her going to high school. But I guess I don't really have a choice, now do I?

So last night as we sat around and drank our hot chocolate Little Sister, Rookie and I had the following conversation.

Lila: "Chris, you're going bald."

Me: "I know."

Lila: "I don't like that, make it stop."

Me: "Doesn't work like that. I'll get balder and balder and balder and then I'll die."

Lila: "Chris! No! You can't."

Me: "Everybody dies eventually."

Lila: "No, I mean you can't go bald. You'll be scary looking if you're bald."

Danny: "Lila! What are you talking about?"

Me: "Thanks Dan."

Danny: "He's scary looking now."

Me: "Nice."


Gotta love my family...