There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very good indeed,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
It's a poem that my mother and my grandmother used to say to me all the time as a little girl. But, the truth is, it fit's Channy pretty well.
My baby turned 13 today. No more little ones around the house...Just teenagers....All 3 of them. I was looking through old photographs of Channy today, and of course it brought tears to my eyes to see how fast the time has gone. She was my sweet little girl I dressed in pretty little outfits. Then she was my little tom-boy that dressed in her brothers old clothes, and refused to wear dresses anymore. The tides have changed once more, and fashion reigns the day. Today she begged to wear the new clothes she knew I'd bought her....After all girl's got to look pretty....especially a teenage girl.
