dinner with my Mom and Eddie on Sunday. Abby and I were having a disagreement because she felt the best way to eat goldfish crackers was to stuff a whole handful into her mouth at a time, whereas I thought the more conservative approach of one at a time was the way to go. So we struggled over the bowl of crackers, neither one of us backing down and my mom's voice rang out from the kitchen, "well what do you expect, she's just like you were at her age." Isn't that our parents fondest wish? That our kids will torture us as we tortured them. Now I couldn't see Mom from where I was sitting, but I'd bet money she was smiling. More likely she was in there laughing at me.