Her and I? We aren't THAT much alike.
Indeed, we butt heads a lot.
She's picky about everything. She has enough attitude to fill the Grand Canyon. And patience? She has none.
Yesterday after school, when we got into the car, I immediately started switching radio stations, hoping to find something that wouldn't cause her to pout.
As soon as I flipped the station she yells, "Hey! Put it back on that one. With the weird bells."
I obeyed, just happy to not have to listen to Lady Gaga for the hundredth time this week.
After listening for about a minute, she tells me from the backseat, "This is definitely my new favorite."
Her penchant for classic rock? That makes her 100% mine.