Happy birthday, Fiona!

2:45 a.m. at Minicon:

Me: Happy birthday, my love!
Fiona: Thank you, Mommy.
Me: Welcome to your twenties.
Fiona: Thanks. So far, they've been okay.
Me: I thought your teen years went rather well.
Fiona: At least I didn't turn into a raging bitch.

Yep. Adorable as ever.