When Good Kids Go Bad. Really Bad.

This was me on Halloween, dressed as Harry Potter:

(I'm not as fat as I look in the pic. The wand adds 30 pounds.)


And tonight my daughter sent me this pic of her arm:

(Don't worry, it's not a tattoo. She's only 15 for heaven's sake.)


And so, now I must track her down and send her to Azkaban.  Sad, really.  I kinda liked her.

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