When I was twelve, all I was concerned about were cute clothes and when was I ever going to be allowed to wear make-up. My girls, much to my wonder, are working on a well stocked arsenal. The only gift OJ desired for her birthday was a pocket knife. Her older brother and sister both have knives and she figured it was her turn to get one. She received a sweet Swiss Army knife and she was absolutely thrilled. Wingnut also gave OJ a tricked out paintball gun that will completely blow her siblings and their pathetic weapons off the course. He is now her favorite parent.
Karate Kid is all about her sparring gear for Taekwondo. She's begun asking for a sparring sword and throwing knives. Should I worry?
Stat Boy is my clothes horse. Thankfully he is not into cute. He goes for sports jerseys and t-shirts that mock Duke.
I think my kids are weird. They must be homeschooled.