I am fiercely proud of my daughter, even though she reminds me
so much of myself I want to scream. The curse works, folks.

I am sorry for everything I ever did to my mother when I was
Cydney’s age.

I do not want her to grow up to be like me.
I do not want her
to be a bull in a china shop,
I want her to be a =genteel= bull in a china shop.
Pig-headed, perhaps, but focused in her pig-headedness.
Does or dies, just does it
gently.

As the song says, Cyd, I hope you dance —
preferrably without
stepping on someone else’s ego.

And now, I proudly present…my kid:

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