Abby: And I don't remember needing your approval either.
Krista: Fine. I'm supposed to ask you your favorite memory as a teenager. Do you even remember being a teenager?
Abby: Certainly! Probably playing slap, kiss and hug with your father.
Krista dry-heaves and then continues: That's SO gross. How did you know Dad was the one?
Abby: I didn't at first. We didn't run in the same crowd. But he was cute!
Krista: Enough. When you were my age, what did you want to be? And my teacher is going to want me to ask, Why?
Abby: I wanted to be a teacher. They seemed to have all the answers and my parents seemed to be struggling with all the questions.
Krista: Aha! So you admit parents don't know everything!
Abby: I admit some parents are so steeped in their own problems they can't see the larger picture.
Krista: Um, okay, whatever that means. Last question, because I forgot my paper and can't remember any more, did I mention I need 2 dozen cookies by tomorrow?
Abby: No, but what's new?
A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.