The Struggle Continues

The Heir and I are battling again. I know this is only the beginning of many battles to come. She's hot and heavy for a new song for her iPod. The one she wants has the F-Bomb in it at least once. The "clean" version is hardly any better. It's only one word, she tells me over and over. She hears it all the time in school. I told her she shouldn't have to hear that language in school. I refuse to perpetuate it by buying her a song with the F-bomb in it. Apparently, I never let her do anything she wants to do. She reminds me again that she's not the same age as The Spare. That's true but you're not a teenager either. Ahh, the joys of adolescence. If I survive The Heir then The Spare and The Princess-in-Waiting should be a breeze. Well, at least I hope they will be.