Observation vis a vis mes filles

I shouldn't rant. And I shouldn't rave. I should be grateful for the impossible young women aged 14 and 17 who are my daughters. Within moments of a happy encounter I can make the nicest girl sullen with a reminder or request or suggestion much less a requirement. It almost defies the laws of nature how unpleasant a well tended young adult female can become when asked to pursue a line of activity completely uninteresting to said young person involved. Well, it always gives my morale a run for the money. No one ever said it was easy, but one is allowed to dream.