Every year consecutively for the past three years Maggie has visited me in New York for her birthday, and each year, I push the boundaries of what exactly is appropriate to do with a 12, 13, and now 14 year old respectively. Fortunately, Maggie is always up for whatever I throw at her. Over the years, I've introduced her to thrills such as Venezuelan food, port-o-potties, and outdoor dance parties. To document this weekend which is special for the both of us, I take a polaroid of Maggie. This is her at 12, 13, and 14, always so glam.. I was a train wreck at her age. What happened to that ugly phase I thought everyone went through?