In an age where everything has a sub-category (new-born, infant, toddler, tweener, teenager, young adult, ad infinitum), I have no idea what to call to Beth. To me she is simply a child. Like children from sea to shining sea, her life is about as complicated as a Happy Meal toy. Why then is she singing along with the radio in the back seat with passion, “… why’d you have to go ahead and make things so complicated?”

It hardly seems like an appropriate anthem for the life of a six year old child, but I guess it could have been worse. She could have been singing “Gettin’ Jiggy Wit It.”