Tween angst (like teen angst, but twice the fun)
My dear sweet pretty and wholesome daughter...
You know, the Jonas Brothers fan I live with.
10 years old.
Informs me in the car, on the way to gymnastics.
That she wants to be goth now.
Goth.
Although frankly if this includes getting over Jonas fandom...
But still.
There aren't a hell of a lot of goth 4th graders running around her school, so I suppose I should appreciate the originality.
But does this mean I have to return all the cute spring clothes I just bought?