We all know that your teenage years are
the best years of your life complete and utter hell on wheels half the time. Any adult who tries to tell you that they are the best years of your life is not to be trusted with important decisions like whether brussel sprouts are a vegetable or a tiny ball of fart. (It’s the second one, trust me. I know things. I’m the kind of grown up who has never told a child that high school is the best years of their lives.)
Ash: “My uterus is trying to kill me.”
Me: “There is a distinct possibility that your uterus is trying to claw its way out of your stomach and strangle you.”
Ash: “I think it’s trying to take me to the dark side.”
Me: “Don’t do it. They don’t really have cookies.”
Ash: “They probably do. But they’d be the ones with sultanas and other nasty things.”
I’m pretty sure that Star Wars would have been a completely different movie if Anakin had been smart enough to realise the cookies were laced with raisin traps *before* going to the dark side.
“Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to cookies. Cookies lead to raisins. Raisins lead to disappointment.”
The lesson here is that my daughter is more suited to being a Jedi than a Skywalker is. And that raisins and sultanas are tools employed by the dark side to break the youngling’s spirit.