Sometimes I'm sure Maddie's purpose in life is to flummox us.
She just earned her Young Womanhood Recognition.
She's 15.
This may not be noteworthy to some of you out there,
but to those of us here in the Ellsworth household, getting anything
more than 5 minutes before your 18th birthday (and the eligibility expires)
is virtually unheard of.
In fact, the procrastination gene is something that Bert and I have
exploited to our advantage and counted on quite vociferously!
We made a deal with the kids that went something like this:
"If you're not responsible enough to earn your Eagle Scout/Young Womanhood Recognition,
or at least be working on the final project,
then you're not responsible enough to drive. When and if you earn one of the
above mentioned awards, only then do you earn the privilege of
putting everybody else at risk with a driver's permit."
See how handy that is?
But now we must pay the fiddler earlier than expected.
As I was lamenting this fact, Maddie and I began to read some of the journal entries
she had kept as one of the requirements. We came across this one, written when she was 12,
about the pets she had owned.
Oh good golly - I enjoyed Darcy's entry so much she just might get that trip to the DMV!
But, we'll see... nobodies actually called my bluff before,
and even I'm not sure how the story ends.

