Yesterday started out as any other, well...other then I am sicker then a dead dog.
My beloved daughter, whom will be 8 years old next Friday, comes waltzing in the door, just home from school. I do as I do everyday, I open her backpack and see what kinda homework she has. I open her notebook and an envelope falls out.
On this white envelope it says this..
"from a BOY"
it was all sealed up like fort Knox with scotch tape.
She had no idea this was in there, apparently this lad snuck it in her bag as the bell was ringing...
I had her open it slowly, as I am not sure what little boys plant in notes these days..
Inside was a seashell, a trading card, and a red eraser.
She hit the jackpot...
On a pink sheet of paper it says this..
do u love me?
if not, tell me cause I will have to
pick from Kelsey,Becca or Madison then.
I asked her if she liked this lad, she said he was "ok"...I then asked her if she was going to write him back.
You know what she said?
"i need to sleep on it momma"
oh Lord, she needs to sleep on it....
See, this is my baby...at conferences her teacher told me the only thing I need to worry about with her...are the boys...because all the boys in the school "love her"..
just put a damn bullet in my head now please..
So I was comfortable with the fact she was going to sleep on it. that's what any woman with a good head on her shoulders would do.
Yes, sleep on it, maybe have a wretched dream he tried kissing you or holding your hand, that should scare her away from him surely.
Well before nights end she had made her decision...she wrote him back.
I did not want to look, for fear of what I may find...
This is what my baby wrote back.
huh, she loves him?...what...oh hell no....
I keep thinking to myself...at least she was his first choice.