I’m sitting out back on the deck, while I’m quietly listening to my daughter and her friend discuss boys. They’re on the other side of the fence and cannot hear or see me. This is what it must be like when your invisible (I like it) . The conversation goes “so do you have a boyfriend? No, do you?” ” me neither”. Then they run back to the swing set carrying their sticks for swords to fight the bad guys. I hope they still carry those sticks when they are about thirteen to keep away those boyfriends. Somehow I don’t think that’s going to happen. I better not find any of those bad guys on my swingset.