Look how innocent back in the day. ^ ^ ^
Not that anyone asked, but when I had twin girls 14 years ago, while in the hospital, the incredibly kind night nurse that I wanted to take home with me forever, also made a prediction about the girls.
She had an uncanny ability to read a newborns face with astounding accuracy. This woman had super powers. The way she swaddled those screaming babies into a sleep, how she carried one in each arm, roaming up and down the hallway with such crazy confidence I never once asked where she was taking them.
In any case, she said this.
Nurse: Good news and not so good news. Baby A will be a very easy child. Even a delight. Baby B, well, she's got some attitude. She's got plenty of that attitude!
What the hell did that mean? Was this secret maternity ward fun? 6th floor shenanigans? Twin time lunch break games? Then: Bye bye and good luck with that.
How could she have known that when they were twenty four hours old?
I'm not going to summarize 14 years, so:
Today --Baby A, out of school but fretting over homework due in 2 months, spends her time reading, writing and making short films. I'm posting this one because it so clearly identifies her situation in life and what's wrong with public schools. Oh wait. Did I write that? --She works her ass off, and does everyone else's job to ensure her perfect 4.0 life status and kind of doesn't mind. So she's building a youtube site to vent. (Apple doesn't fall etc.)
This here clue in: Rome Alone
Baby B. She's outside on the hammock doing that teen business on her phone chatting with the "squad" in a language I can't decipher because it's not language. It's words without vowels. She basically lives in her own fancy, butterfly- filled fantasy. (Apple doesn't fall far from the tree etc.)
While A is studies, science exploration, action figures and hiking with like-minded friends, B is Sephora, you tuber girls, Buffalo Exchange, styling outfits, going to all-boys "summer school" to study "Algebra". None of her T-shirts, for example, have a bottom half. What is that? Anyway... she's super sweet. She's either saying SHUT UP or STOP TALKING...not sure.
I suppose this is an example of her art, which I fished out of the trash.
Someone told me I ought to try and market some of their pieces for, say, coffee mugs or something... right.. that's me. Oh, hey you --getting your $15 dollar cold brew, you market person hipster guy/girl, put this on a T-shirt for me.
So, there you go. Little slices of A and B.
Rhonda Talbot reporting in on twins, children, parenting, hahahahah, teenagers, art, public school, private school.