The Crate in the Parking Lot
She did the school forms.
From about twelve.
Permission slips, lunch account reloads, the emergency contact cards — she filled them out and put them in front of me to sign and I signed them, and I signed them for six years without reading most of them, and there is a form from 2015 with my signature on it where my oldest daughter has written her own mobile number in the space for the second emergency contact, and I did not notice.
And she did the thing that I did not find out about until she was twenty-four, which is the worst item on the list.