On Monday I dropped Jupiter off before going to work. While we were at the front door doing the Goodbye Ritual (knock on the door five times, then two times, wave through the little window in the door, then wave when I get in the car, and flash the lights while backing down the driveway and avoiding the trees at the end of the driveway.) she said, "Mom. Your earrings are pretty."
"Thanks! That's so nice of you to say!" (trying to emphasize this.)
"When I'm a teenager and you're dead, I'm going to wear them."
15 hours ago