Yes, yes, we’re old.

Cheeky Baby, whose birth and many milestones have been documented in this column, is 16 years old, a sophomore in high school with long dark hair, a bright smile and a work ethic that defies all expectations.

She is still kind to her mother, no eye-rolls and huffy comebacks, although she knows I can’t make sense of the Google Maps map (“It says 100 feet, is this it?”) She is my Zoom guru and calendar app admin. I laugh when she screams at the TV when we’re watching “The Summer I Turned Pretty.” She is Team Jeremiah. I am neither pro-Teams Jeremiah or Conrad.

“Can’t they introduce a third love interest?”

Oh, wait, there’s a smiling eye-roll.

On her birthday, she had to sit through the story of how she got her name: Alicia is the name of my baby sister, born a year

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