A Little Regression

Kate has been, for a few years, a complete and utter Star Wars nerd (don't worry - she loves that term - I'm not being mean)  Until this year.  Now, she's traded Han and Luke for Hawkeye and Thor.  A few weekends ago, she had some girlfriends over for a 12 hour (10am -10pm!) Avengers movie marathon; Iron Man, Thor, The Avengers,.... 
I said:  You guys cannot just sit on the couch for 12 hours and watch these movies.  You'll have to go for a walk or something.
She said: A walk? Mom. Really.
So...I went to the craft store, looking for something to at least engage their hands while they stare aimlessy at the boob tube (Kate wants to know WHY we call it that - the boob tube?  I have no idea) and I found these Avengers coloring books and little notebooks.  I set them out on the table with snacks and the girls spent time coloring and chatting and drawing and writing and chatting and laughing.  And it was wonderful noise - beautiful noise - that laughter.  These are thirteen year old girls being...kids!  They are girls and they are teens but they are also kids, just plain old crayon coloring, outside/spy-playing, laughing, laughing, laughing kids.  And it was the best day.
Sometimes a little regression is a good thing.