Watching people around me slowly, inexorably turn into their mothers and fathers.
MTV's Dance Party dancer turned mom and still California Big Screen dreaming (no, she never went down THAT path).
I ingrained the naughty/devious grin on her face in the nuclei of the atoms of my retinas (whence they move, the knowledge is bound to them, teeming and replicating throughout my body). She caught me though, glancing up from the phone, knowing then that I had seen and understood. This is how it starts.
Crapola on the comments. We'll see what we can do ...
