My daughter is always getting up to something that she shouldn’t be getting up to.
And the best part? She tells me.
She doesn’t exactly come out and say, “Mom, I’m up to something so horribly bad. You’re going to freak out in about two minutes when you see the mess/disaster/danger I’m partaking in.”
Life is fabulous right now. We have access to WIFI on airplanes. If we run out of gas, we can immediately call for help on mobile phones and they look nothing like the huge monstrosity carried by Zack Morris on Saved By the Bell. We no longer need a perm or crimping iron to be fashionable. Like I said, life is good.