The pictures Xenia took the other day of her friends in porn prom dresses was for her English class.  Here are the results.  It's Grimm's Fairy Tales interpreted by Xenia.  I'm amazed.  I could never write poetry or do artsy type stuff.  And I hated all my English classes--too many arbitrary rules to remember with too many exceptions.  It just didn't make sense to me.  Give me math and science any day.  I sometimes wonder if Xenia is my daughter... but many people tell me that she does resemble me.  And of course when she sits on my lap and talks to me about things there can be no doubt.