Ditched

Well, its happened. I mean, I knew it would. I even knew it would be rather soon. I've just been avoiding it. When faced with the choice of an evening out with her family vs. going to an event with a friend, what did she (C) pick? Yup. Friend. She isn't even 9 yet! (NO, I DO NOT round when it comes to the ages of my children.) And get this....it was a water skiing show. I am fairly certain had I suggested a water skiing show I would have been met by surreptitious eye-rolling. How is something immediately cool if an 11-year-old says so?

She was incredibly cute about it.  Kind of quietly indicated her preference of evening choices - as if she didn't want to hurt my feelings exactly, but the independence sounded great so she couldn't help herself. (I'm going to enjoy that first concession as long as it lasts.) She came home and told me all about it. "It was so cool! And so fun! And thanks for letting me go and I spent $1.50 of dad's money on ice cream and thanks, Mom!!!"

Thankfully Gilly made up an "I love Mom" song and sang it to me all the way home from taking her out for ice cream.