Someone’s 13th Birthday was today.
I was hoping for a young woman on the brink kind of picture, but I should know better. I’m not finding any like that in the digital archives.
However, next best thing is a self portrait of the artist, taken just a couple weeks ago.
Tonight, though, it was all silliness!
When the Gothlet (my younger one, not pictured) put on my husband’s sunglasses, already having his black leather jacket on for warmth, it was decided she looked like a young John Lennon. I think the no-longer-Preteen looks more like Michael Jackson in the picture above, though! Or some other musician whose identity I can’t come up with right now.
Welcome to the teen years, my dear! We’re all planning on hanging on for what might be a bumpy ride, but a fun one, I bet, with you around.
But first, you have some algebra homework to finish….