Got a text from Daughter C (UPDATED)

[UPDATED because I pushed the publish button out of habit before I finished my thoughts.]

which read:

Hey so we're coming out tmw night. I'm bringing my friend... . so play nice.

To which I responded,

Ok

Check email.

Am I better off than I was four years ago? Hell yeah.

Mr. Big Food and I worked really freaking hard to make that happen. Of course, we didn't do it all ourselves. Many others helped us.  Thank you.