Adventures with a teenaged daughter

Becca had been begging for a haircut, so I took her in on Saturday with a printout of some really detailed character sketches of Cortana (from Halo).

After many, many assertions that yes, she did want a short shaved undercut, she ended up with just a passing nod towards an undercut. I ended up fixing it at home with a set of clippers.


It is so hard to rebel around here.

She was with me when I did my weekly grocery run at Wal-Mart, and the clerk wanted to see both of our IDs. I appreciate that we can be mistaken for sisters, but not more than I like being able to buy wine.