Today during reading centers my little Suzie felt the desperate need to call attention to her after school plans.
“My BIBI is picking me up today! I am NOT going home with Jimmy and Ryan like I always do.”
“That sounds like fun! I know you love your grammy.” I smiled.
“Well, you know, Jimmy and Ryan are sick.”
Me, “They are? Together? I bet it’s chicken pox.”
She smiled, “No!”
“Is it the flu?” I asked, being the recent recipient of a version of this that FURTHERED my weight loss another FIVE THOUSAND pounds. (Or five.)
“No, not the flu.” She said.
“Hm. I give up. What is it?”
“They got bugs in their hair.” And with that she shrugged her shoulders and got back to work.
Yeah. And I was itching the whole rest of the *&@$ day.
