Amina will be a teenager oneday. I've already started composing the speech I'm going to deliver every time she gets on my nerves, ahem: "Your father and I were perfectly happy before we had children. Do you know I was in labor for 24 MISEARABLE hours with you? And you treat me like this!? Look, at these pictures! Do you see how happy we were BEFORE I gave birth to you? And do you see what we look like AFTERWARDS? Ever since your arrival on this earth you've been causing us grief! Go to your room!" Still a work in progress but you get the picture.