S taught herself to snap. She's literally been trying to snap for years. Suddenly, her teeth are falling out and she can snap and I feel like she's going to need a bra or something the next time I turn around. I suppose I'm not that weirded out by the fact that she'll need a bra someday, but when Thad comes to me and tells me he needs a jock strap I will fall over dead.
I'd like donations to be sent to a charity in lieu of flowers when that happens. Just so you know.