Yesterday I was super-awesome and let my daughter skip school to celebrate her birthday!
Yesterday I was also a stone-cold bitch and made my daughter spend half her birthday at the doctor’s. Um. Oops!
So, no, we still don’t know what’s going on with her skin, though at least we didn’t have to see the horrifying Dr. BadHair, again, but instead saw one of the nice doctors who actually listens and explains things and has ideas. More on that another day, but we’re headed to yet another specialist. Fun.
After we finally escaped, I took her out to lunch to a soup/salad place called “Lettuce Souprise You,” which is notable only in that it provided endless entertainment for our meal. (“Sooooouprise, there’s worms in your salad!” “Soooouuuuuprise, it’s not really lettuce!” etc.) When we got up to the cashier to pay, the woman at the register asked Chickie how old she is. And I immediately answered, “She’s an adult.” I paid and we sat down.
Chickadee was grinning ear to ear. “You said I’m an adult!” I explained that for purposes of PAYING she was an adult, but the damage was done. She’s going to be insufferable, now. Heh.
So I decided to capture her wisdom at 13 quickly, before she really is an adult. I hope you’ll come over to Off Our Chests today and read about what she’s taught me.