My child is turning into a pre-teen way too early. She is sporting some blue nail polish and asking for wedge heels. Okay, I think the nail polish looks cute, but the shoes were a no go. Even though I thought they were cute. And yes, I hid behind Daddy while saying no to the shoes. I told her that JC would kill me. I did say no first, but then added the part about being killed. And considering the "oh so thrilled" reaction he had to the blue nail polish, I can pretty much guess that I'm right.
Okay, I have a funny story even though it's a little gross. Libby, I'm sure you'll like this one. LOL Last night I was putting Katie to bed and she was discussing how she was going to come home after college and live with us until her house was ready. Yeah, I'm not sure what the details are on the house, but it was late and I was afraid to ask. Then she said, no, she'd just live with us and her husband.. and where would we put the baby... So she decided we'd make a room across from hers (this is after I declined to sleep with the child in my room). She wanted me to walk out her door and across the hall toward the wall so I'd know exactly where she wanted the room. So I got up walked out the door and kept walking until I bumped my head on the wall figuring I'd get a laugh out of her (my daughter seems to think it's funny when certain people are in pain - she likes slapstick). Well she laughed and passed gas at the same time... which made her say "I can't believe it! Even my butt is laughing!". At which point I almost passed out laughing. She is a nut.