Tonight I am celebrating her last day of 7th grade with the oldest.
We have this special thing where we celebrate all our special occasions with ice cream because she has loved getting ice cream since she was little.
Except, tonight she surprised me and asked for a pair of shoes instead.
Huh.
I guess she’s not my little baby anymore.
Damn it’s dusty in the Target shoe section.
I guess I wasn’t ready. I suppose no one ever is.
I guess I looked kinda weird standing by myself in the bra section at Target. Sales lady gave me a dirty look and asked if was shopping for bras for myself or someone else.
I said I was shopping for me, thank you very much and do you have training bras in 62A?
She didn’t laugh. She kinda turned red and huffed and left, I assume to go get security.
Warm up your DVRs folks… I think I’m going to be on the news tonight!
Me: “You know, honey, having the same BFF for the last five years is nice, but keep in mind that you and she will probably drift apart someday.”
My Oldest Girl, age 13: “Oh, it won’t be a drift. There will be a boy involved, and it will involve knives and restraining orders.”
Very Vocal Viking 