First Base

It finally happened. The moment I have been dreading since my legs were in stirrups and the doctor stood before me holding a squirming bundle of new born baby girl joy.

"Mom! I kissed a boy! And I liked it!" She grinned at me excitedly, oblivious to the silent sounds of the shrieking in my head.

She is only thirteen.

My baby.

Excuse me now. I have a shotgun to polish and a husband to calm down.

(He's still hyperventilating over the fact she is sprouting boobs. This is going to cause his head to pop right off and roll clear down our driveway.)