For the past couple of years I have been whining, none too subtly, about the trials and tribulations of being a mother to a boy teenager. It’s mostly been senseless blubbering about his lack of good decision making, how me is making me crazy, etc. Tonight I encountered a new creature all together in my home and I am scared senseless;  the Pre-teen She Child. Holy hell. Not only is she a ruthless animal who enjoys taking down weaker beings, but she is smart and hungry. After she fells me she’ll fry me up and serve me with a side of sweet peppers just because she can. And she won’t share any of it with her siblings. We have six more months until she hits her teen years. Maybe if I keep her well fed and happy we will have relative peace in the house. But I must admit I’m scared.