Finally

The Girl has a titled, licensed, and now insured vehicle.  It is in her name. It is her insurance policy.  She is pretty excited about it.  So am I.

When Grandpa and Grandma showed up here Friday with her little car on their trailer, she was angry with me for grounding her for her failure to meet her curfew the night before.  So she was cranky.  But instead of recognizing that the anger she felt should have been directed at me (or at herself, if we are being really honest here), she was curt and sour with her grandparents.  Rude.

I was worried that she wouldn't snap out of it before Grandpa changed his mind about the car.  But luckily, she did, and today she is pretty giddy about the little car. 

I love when the attitude finally matches The Girl's natural personality.