Not long ago, my eight-year-old walked past me singing, "Give it to me all night long"
So I called her over and nervously said, "Give youwhatall night long?
"I don't know," she replied
"Then why do you want it all night long?"
"Because it feels so good."
At eleven, a girl stands at the window a lot and stares out into space. She is waiting for her breasts to come. The strange look on her face moves you to ask, "Are you all right?"
"Well, sort of, I guess," she says. "They didn't come today."