What drives humans to make the same mistakes, generation after generation? Why do our children refuse to learn from our missteps? It is painfully uncomfortable to watch Sarah doing the same stupid thing that I did at her age. Do I become my own mother and aggressively but pointlessly interfere? Do I attempt logic with the illogical teenage brain? No matter what I do, it is happening anyway. Yes, smart, kind, funny Sarah is . . . sigh. . . wearing blue eyeshadow. I must go cry now.