I have just come inside from breaking up a fight in my front yard. Charlotte was yelling at her sister, "AND YOU'RE SO RUDE! WITH YOUR [sneering] 'TWEEN' AND YOUR 'DUH' AND YOUR 'WHATEVUH'!!"
Emily retorted nastily, "I'm getting older, y'know! I say things I hear older kids say! I can't help it if I'm a tween!"
Apparently she learned she was a "tween" on Thursday night, from a younger friend.
If there's one thing I'm sick of, it's this endless, tiresome stratification of childhood. It used to be, you were a child until about 13, at which time you grew up, became a young woman, and let your skirts down.
Figuratively speaking, of course, since it was the 1970s and not the 1870s. My skirts were always more or less down, if by skirts you mean trousers, and now I am realising I have just said my trousers were always down. Moving on.