I start to get a little irritated with my daughter. "You will smile and be pretty whether you want to or not. If you act like a boy, you're going to get treated like a freak. And I put a cell phone, your English novel, a house key, a pencil pouch with a couple pens, pencils, a pencil sharpener, multi-colored highlighters, and an eraser, a small perfume bottle...remember to only pray it once. Perfume is strong on its own and you don't want to cause others to choke on the strong smell. There is also a tampon, just in case you need it." I say as I pull up to the school and look over at my daughter. "Here you are, sweetie."