I have a very funny child. Funny 'ha ha', not so much funny looking. She's getting ready to turn ten, though she's going on about 25. G inherited a lot of things from her father (thankfully) both in looks, talent and personality. And the part of Dave's personality she displays the most it his smart-assitude.
Case in point: G's best friend Lindsay is a little taller than her, and has started on her that golden road to puberty already. Just a little, but enough to make G a tad envious. She's already asked me for a bra (since Lindsay has one), to which I reminded her that this was her time to go free in the breeze and she had her whole life to strap the girls in. But one thing I did let her have: deodorant - because Lindsay wears it. I bought her a little travel sized stick of deodorant and let her go to town. I figure if she wants to smell good, have at it.
Yesterday at bedtime, I asked her as she was brushing her teeth, "So G - are you actually wearing that deodorant I bought you?"
"Every day."
"You know you don't stink."
"I know - because I wear deodorant."
As G would say - touché.
So, being the mom that doesn't want to push her child into adulthood any sooner than I have to, I said, "You know G, you most likely won't have to wear deodorant in the winter. You're not going to really sweat on the playground like in the summer."
She stopped brushing her teeth and looked at me with that smart-ass look her dad always gives me.
"Yeah, Ma - because my pits are going into hibernation. They're packing it in for the winter."
Her delivery was so perfect I almost applauded, even though she was obviously making fun of her dopey mom. We both kind of looked at eat other in silence for a second, and then burst out laughing.
Gd help me when she turns into a teenager. I don't stand a chance.
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