Terrible Teens

Last night while I was getting dinner ready, I think Zara and John got into their first "teen" argument (thirteen months that is). I made spaghetti squash and meatballs for dinner which turned out great and I don't think Zara even noticed the difference. Yay for extra veggie servings instead of pasta. But when I was trying to get the squash out of the oven, John was corralling the curious toddler away from it and kept saying "no". To which she replied "ya" at each one and still tried to reach for the door. It's going to be a long 18 years...