For so long I've dreaded the idea of having a teenage girl (or two) in my home. You know having that hormonal thing turn the ugly age of 13 in the middle of 7th grade (wouldn't it be nice to wipe that from our lives?).
Then my MIL sent the family this picture (titled "Suitcase for Mischief" no less) telling us all how she had come across what she thought was an empty suitcase in her garage.
Then I was on the ground crying. But later I started worrying about Bradley ending up with a felony charge for blowing up the neighbor's mailbox.
Are girls easier to raise or are boys?
Do you want hormones in your house or the FBI?