I’m 15 years old and I’m begrudgingly awake for the day trying to get ready for school. “Mommmmmmm…. What should I wear today?”  I could never make this decision easily.  She enters my room while I’m dozing against the doorframe of my closet.  “How about this?” as she pulls out a sweater.  “Nah – I don’t want to wear that!” I sneer.  “Ok – fine.  What about this one?” as she picks out a different shirt.  “Nah – not that one either.” I again reply.  “If you don’t like my suggestions, why did you ask me?” she queries.  “Well – now I know what I DON’T want to wear!” I bantered.  Mom then left my room, shaking her head.