I may have mentioned once — read: four thousand times — that Emily is graduating high school in June.

{YOU GUYS, EMILY IS GRADUATING HIGH SCHOOL HOLD ME}

Because of this, many things are happening. Thing the first: I need to come to terms with the fact and I, in fact, am not still in high school; I know enough math to figure that one out. Thing the second: She needs the best yearbook quote and baby photo.

She rejected all of my yearbook quote suggestions. And all of my baby photo options.

Scene: She and I are looking through the old photo albums. Back when we didn’t have digital cameras and we ran to a 1-hour printing place to print {double, always} every single photo, even the ones where someone, or everyone, is blinking.

Her: Mom, I have so many questions about these photos and most of them have to do with how I am gazing at this marshmallow.

Me: Listen, in 2003, treats were treats. You didn’t know about juice yet.

Her: ….

Me: Yes, I know. I’m a terrible mother.

I deprived her of juice. And funny enough yearbook quotes.

Have I mentioned that this little lamb is graduating high school?