the humble pie of parenting

For some reason, she had been having a hard time as of late. Though typically slotted as most apt to obey under our wild roof, she had recently shed the title like a snakeskin and slithered straightway toward monikers such as Eve or Miss Demeanor instead. Ginny and I spent several conversations backtracking to sift through what we had done or what had changed and had she been getting enough protein? Enough sleep? Sufficient attention? Maybe some other student at her school had said something...