I will no longer be shopping for bathing suits with my 9 year old. When trying on bathing suits she exclaimed:
“Mom, look! You must have grown too! That bathing suit is way too small for you.” Gut punch. She’s right. She grew up, I grew out.
Ads are on TV right now for the movie “Final Destination 5”. The commercial indicates the teens are systematically slaughtered one by one. When my youngest caught a glance of this horror flicks preview she calmly asked; “Why is this commercial on before 9pm? Don’t they know kids are still up? Besides, why would anyone want to watch that movie. Don’t adults know all those kids are going to die?”
My carpool driving has come in handy. I now have the suburban girls definition of a Gangster:
“A boy, who wears his pants falling off his bum, smokes, and drops out of school.” Have to love the innocence.
It was the end of Sweet Girls Baseball tournament. Her “bad news bears” style team had just lost 2 games in a row, were bumped out of the tourney, and were presented with their medals. Their medals for participation. While most looked confused or disappointed, my sweet little thing danced off the field singing at the top of her lungs “Participated. Participated…oh yeah Participated”. Cheers and clapping followed. From the parents.
I hope she never changes….
Nothing beats the giggles you can get, when you just stop and listen to what comes out of ….the mouths of babes.