This was my plan:
She’ll be one of those cool teens!
I even had pictures and magazines placed in strategic locations in the house and bought her an oversized Elvis Costello t-shirt that she wore as a nightshirt along with red socks (angel-worthy “shoes” — get it?).
It couldn’t miss!
But it didn’t work…
She never voluntarily listens to Elvis Costello or Tom Waits. And I’m too embarrassed to say what she does like…
Where did I go wrong?
Well, she’s only 28.
There’s still hope, right?