The story goes (if you haven’t heard it a million times already) that when Françoise turned ten, Olivier announced that we had a teenager in the house. Of course I had to remind him that she was only ten to which he replied, “Yes, a ten-ager.” Well, he just reminded me that we’ll have another child in the double digits. We’ll have three children in the double digits as of next month.

But do you know what’s neat about having two teenage daughters? We can fit into each other’s clothes. And do you know what’s NOT neat about having two teenage daughers? We can fit into each other’s clothes. I don’t know how many times I’ve opened my drawers to find my clothes MISSING!