Midnight Snacks

The "thank you" I received when I brought warm cider and a carton of yogurt to Anna, who was working on an overdue Social Studies assignment at 11pm, went a long, long way.

Sometimes parenting really, really sucks. And to wow me? To make it all worth it? It really doesn't take a lot.

"You're welcome, kid."

"I'm a teenager, not a kid!" she says.

As if I needed to be reminded.