Last night we were sitting around the table, having a nice family dinner. Little Miss Sunshine was having some chopped, boiled carrots, because at 17 1/2 months, she STILL ONLY HAS TWO TEETH.

So anyway, the Little Miss is having her carrots, eating them quite happily, and then for no apparent reason she took one of them and shoved it up her nose.

We weren’t sure which was more horrifying — that she had a carrot in her nose, or that she seemed completely nonplussed at having a carrot in her nose. In fact, the only part that really bothered her was when we pinned her arms down so I could go in there and fish it out.

MyFriendJen is the oldest of four, and her mother always said that if her last child had been born first, there would have been only one. I’m starting to think that the Little Miss is on to that plan. Maybe I should tell her that we aren’t having any more kids, so she can cut it out with her terrorist activities aimed at preventing any more babies from taking her place.

In other kid-related news, I made my annual pilgrimage to the movies on Monday with LuckySevens and FameThrowa, and there were dozens and dozens of teenagers clogging the hallways and doorways. I just could not get over the teenaged fashions of today. What is it with boys and their need to wear their pants around their butt? If you’re going to show off your undies, at least invest in some Spiderman underoos or some Buzz Lightyear underpants so I have something to entertain me. It also seems to be a real fad these days, for both boys and girls, to wear their hair either spiked up or completely covering their lovely faces. I hated it.

I always thought I’d be a laid back parent when it came to personal appearance, because that’s something that is important to a kid and doesn’t really matter in the long run. As long as we could talk and my kid was responsible and kind, it wouldn’t matter if they had purple hair or liked to wear lime green fishnets. But seeing those kids at the movies totally brought out the old fogey in me.

I am SUCH a square. Sorry, my future teenagers!