My youngest daughter, Artiste, is the quintessential tomboy. This morning she came in with a piece of bread with peanut butter smeared on it. "Mom, somebody plastered this on the back of our car."
"Who would do that?" I asked.
"Probably Evan*. He's very angry with me."
"He is? Why?"
"Because I gave him a black eye."
Now this bit of information had escaped me, so of course I asked , "WHY?"
"Because he tried to do this (kissing smacks) when he came swimming in our pool the last time. I don't appreciate that because I'm not even grown up!"
I tried to hide my smirk.....and I didn't tell her my thought: sometimes it pays to be a tomboy!
*not his real name
1 comment:
I love it! Hard to fault a girl for not wanting kisses from cootie filled boys! :) I was the same way when I was her age...had the coolest Matchbox car collection (in my world)!
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