You always wonder when your kid will start to be like you. Start to demonstrate similar characteristics to you or the d.a.d.d.y.

In some small ways she’s been us for, well, ever. But my gal has made it clear she can’t stand to miss out on the action. If there’s something a do, Maxine is about it.

Job recently did some winter grilling. She posted up at the back door and kept a super close eye, beat on the glass, and yelled.

A lot.

On a recent girls trip to NYC, she could not bear to sleep until both her cousin and her aunt were demonstratively done with the evening as well i.e. TV off, Kindle off.

As she grows, she’ll surely show more of her inherited traits. This one was a given I suppose. Job and I are similarly afflicted with the can’t-miss-outs. It’s not my choice for her though. (Or me). It gets you nowhere except tired and often into actual trouble.

I’ve wished she’d be super boring. Home on Friday nites boring. Not blossom socially until college boring.

Damn it. Why do Job and I have to be so cool.