I think My Oldest Girl is dealing better with her upcoming heart surgery than I am. Which is not difficult to do, truth be told.
Last night she told me that if anyone asks about her scars, she’s going to tell them, “Up until recently, I was a pirate.” Second Runner Up is, “I get into a lot of knife fights.”
Having 2 ten year old girls in the car gives me the opportunity to overhear some very interesting conversations.
Girl1: “OK, you have 10 seconds to answer… If I died right now, what would you do?”
Girl2: “Of what?”
Girl2: “What did you die of?”
Girl1: “Nothing. I just fell over dead.”
Girl2: “I’d call 911 and then kick your dead body off of my foot.”
Girl1: “What? You hate me?”
Girl2: “No, but I don’t want a corpse on my foot. If you died right now, the way you’re sitting there, you’d totally slump over onto my foot.”
Girl1: “Oh. So, it’s not personal?”
Girl2: “Of course not! You’re my BFF!”
Girl1 & 2: SQUEEEEE
Girl2: “So Epic.”
My Oldest Girl has decided she wants a LARP birthday party for her 11th. She’s not worried about the details of the LARP, but is planning her attire with much care.
She says she wants to be “A warrior princess with a strong sense of fashion.”
How can you not love this kid?