What are we going to do with those teenagers.  I guess I should be grateful she hasn't gone gothic or something.  I am adding a great letter someone sent me today about our teenagers.  As the end of first quarter is approaching, let us keep this in mind:

A father passing by his son's bedroom was astonished to see the
>bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then he saw
>an envelope propped up prominently on the pillow. It was addressed, "Dear
>Dad" With the worst premonition, he opened the envelope and read the letter
>with trembling hands:
>
>Dear Dad,
>It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope
>with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Mom and you.
>I've been finding real passion with Joan and she is so nice. I knew you
>would not approve of her because of all her piercings, tattoos, her tight
>motorcycle clothes and because she is so much older than I am. But it's not
>only the passion, Dad, she's pregnant.
>Joan said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and
>has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having
>many more children. Joan has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana
>doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for us and trading it with
>the other people in the commune for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want.
>In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Joan
>can get better; she sure deserves it!!
>Don't worry Dad, I'm fifteen years old now and I know how to take care of
>myself. Someday I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your
>grandchildren.
>Your Loving Son
>P.S. Dad, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just
>wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report
>card that's in my center desk drawer.
>I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.
>