


So now just Generation Four and Generation Five remain. Generation Five looks very normal. Maybe he'll get some personality when he grows up.

Speaking of growing up. My little girl has discovered boys. I guess it was just a matter of time. Suddenly the house is filled with teenagers and loud music. I'd put my foot down but I really can't be bothered. So much to do and so little time. I can feel the clock ticking down. I can feel my youth slipping away. Angie says I'm being melodramatic. Ha. It wasn't me who was staring in the mirror trying to decide if it was a wrinkle or a shadow.







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