O.K., this is going to sound indecent but, 2 thirteen-year-old girls + 1 sushi restaurant = mayhem + exhaustion. One of the young girls was the adopted daughter of some very old friends of mine, and the other was her best friend. My thanks for not being a parent myself are boundless. Don't get me wrong - they're very nice. Very smart, talented, and lots of fun, but...how do parents do it? These two could talk at an easy thousand words per minute without breaking a sweat, and switch topics sixteen times within that time. Suddenly (sob), I feel very old.