Something's happening in Kerbyville.  I have gotten used to having a teenager in the house.  I've accepted the fact that I am sharing Stridex pads with my son and shave creme with my daughter.  Really, I'm okay with that.  I haven't really got used to the idea that one of my children might actually be able to look me in the eye though.  I'm not talking about standing on a chair or sitting on dad's shoulders, I'm talking about stock'in footed on the ground look you in the eye.  It hasn't quite happened but it's close, to close.  This mama heart can barely handle it........