Patricia, or Tishie as she is affectionately called, is our youngest daughter. Diminutive in appearance, she's funny, quirky, charming, addictive, and annoying, by turns. She has a rare, dry sense of humor and is generally engaging and cheerful, if not particularly fond of chores. We call her Miss Priss, and she seems to have inherited that particular gene from my mother, along with a propensity for shopping and clothes. This year she started middle school, and after displaying a marked ability for drumming at the Fall Gathering of the Tribes, during which she kept up quite passably with all the regular drummers, we had a change of heart and allowed her to start percussion studies in band. Will update if and when we live to regret that.