I was talking with a neighbor and her twelve year old daughter today.
The daughter was telling me that her mom had taken away her phone for a month because she had been texting excessively (over 2,000 texts a week which I didn't think was humanly possible). When she finally got her phone back, she lost it again within 24 hours for the same reason.
Then her mom was telling me that the daughter had asked to have a MySpace page, the parents said "no", and the daughter set one up anyway and claimed to be eighteen on it. The parents found out about it, shut it down, and the daughter said (right in front of her mom) that she plans to set it up again.
Then, the daughter tells me that she "only" wants to have her belly button pierced, two piercings on her back, and to have her own name tattooed across her lower back. She "might" have these really cool stars tattooed around her belly button one day too, but her mom won't let her have any of that done.
I came home, looked at my kids and said, "You all are really good kids. I'm proud of you. I'm glad you have common sense, and I'm glad you are mine!"
I don't think I've ever appreciated them as much as I do right now.