Last year, Klara chose a pastel-colored backpack with fluffy teddy-bears hanging on it. This year, I suggested something similar and was greeted with, “I’m in third grade, Mom. This is for babies.”
To which I obviously replied, “Mommy to you, young lady, and we’ll revisit this on your 16th birthday.”
She chose an elegant black number with not a sparkle on it. It’s like they grow a mile every year.

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