Childrens!
Was talking with the youngest sister-thing the other day, as it was her fifteenth birthday. (God, fifteen? Really? It is incredibly hard to think of her as anything but a tiny girlchild running around and screaming at the top of her lungs. Now she is a tiny teenchild running around and screaming at the top of her lungs. SO DIFFERENT!) I'm quite liking the person she is slowly turning into, which is really nice since I've found it incredibly hard to relate to Jess for most of her life. She was telling me about how she attempted to decorate her own birthday cake with an image of Iron Man. The geekery continues in my family, which pleases me greatly. I say attempted, of course, because it apparently turned out to look like a giant red blob of evil (her words), but I'm really thrilled that she's trying at all. Thusly I have bought her a book on cake decorating, which will likely win me brother-of-the-year. Go me.
We actually talked a little about her desire to learn more about cuisine, and how she might go into culinary school after she graduates. Which would be really fantastic, since Jess has been struggling for awhile to find her niche in the family. I've got my writing and theatre, Lindsay has her film and her art, and now Jess seems to have found a passion too. I feel all warm and perhaps even fuzzy on the inside.
I also had a tiny "conversation" with my cousins, who were at the house helping Jess and her cadre of teenage girl minions celebrate the birthday extravaganza. It went along these lines:
BRAN: Jon, Meg is hitting me.
MEG: (picking up other phone) I am not, he's hitting me.
(It should be kept in mind that Bran is 13, Meg is 14)
JON: Children, children. Violence is not the way.
BRAN: Then what is the way?
JON: Germ warfare. That's how civilized people solve their differences.
I'm such a good role model.
We actually talked a little about her desire to learn more about cuisine, and how she might go into culinary school after she graduates. Which would be really fantastic, since Jess has been struggling for awhile to find her niche in the family. I've got my writing and theatre, Lindsay has her film and her art, and now Jess seems to have found a passion too. I feel all warm and perhaps even fuzzy on the inside.
I also had a tiny "conversation" with my cousins, who were at the house helping Jess and her cadre of teenage girl minions celebrate the birthday extravaganza. It went along these lines:
BRAN: Jon, Meg is hitting me.
MEG: (picking up other phone) I am not, he's hitting me.
(It should be kept in mind that Bran is 13, Meg is 14)
JON: Children, children. Violence is not the way.
BRAN: Then what is the way?
JON: Germ warfare. That's how civilized people solve their differences.
I'm such a good role model.