Yeah well, not so much.
First of all, she's a teenager. So to her I'm mainly just an old guy that cooks, drives and doesn't understand her music.
|It's not so much the music that I don't understand...|
|Add melanin, subtract maid...|
she does it. And, at least 11% of the time, she's fairly pleasant to be around. Hey, she is a teenager. And a girl.
Not to mention, when she made eggs before I showed her how, she didn't use any butter/margarine/oil. There was more egg stuck to the pan than there was on the plate. Teaching her the right way was the only viable economic option. The Incredible, Edible Egg people wanted her for high treason. The estate of a Mr. Humpty J. Dumpty were threatening to picket in front of our house. The Easter Bunny was giving us the side-eye. I had to do something to save us all.
|They're always watching...|
All said, she's a pretty good egg.
*I dislike the term "step-insert noun". Not because it connotes a lack of closeness and familiarity, but because you just never get to step on them as much as you might want to.