My daughter turned 26 this past weekend. I was thinking back to when she was little. I can still hear her high pitched voice mis-pronouncing her name, it always sounded like her last name was Psycho.
All she wanted for her birthday was a maternity swimsuit and a sewing machine. Easy to please, right?
P.S. If you're a menopausal, empty-nester mom, that's probably not the best time to go through old papers.