Today I got a text from my daughter while I was shaving. She wrote, “Friends, Can I bring my webkins to school today since we have a half day? Please, Please!”
I immediately wrote back to her with a simple, “Yes”
I thought about her text for a second after I sent my response and thought it was kind of an oxymoron that she was asking me ‘as a friend’ if she could bring her Webkins to school. I mean, clearly I needed to make a parental decision when I answered her. I laughed to myself and continued my morning rituals of getting ready.
A little later on she sent me another text that said, “Ty, Ty, Ty, Luv you lots!” Her and I needed to have a talk.
When I saw her in the kitchen a little later I told her that it was kind of hard to be her friend when she is asking me permission to do something. She made that face I love, the one that tells me, “Oh yeah, you’re right.” She understood what I was saying. :)
Then I mentioned to her about the love text she sent. I explained that love is not something that changes simply because I do or do not let her do something. She got that too I think.
Oh yeah, and the purple and black striped tights are in the trash. She could not come up with the last time she wore them when I asked her. So little white lie resulted in the tights going in the trash. I really disliked those tights anyways. :)
