For the some times when it hurts instead...

Because I want to be there for her when she experiences her first heart break and she finds herself locked up in her room singing with a mad passion only suffering souls endure.

Hopefully... she'll sing just as loud... because that would be funny. *evil grin*

But definitely, like any loving and supportive mother who feels her daughter's woes, I will make sure to leave a tray of chilled vodka outside her door... and maybe some peanuts in case all that crying makes her hungry. And hopefully... she'll open the door, when she's ready, and call me inside to join her.