My sweet 7 year old spent the night away from home last night. It wasn’t the first time. Hello, I’m not one of those crazy, clinging mothers’. She has spent at least 6 or 7 nights away, that’s practically one a YEAR! But while I SENT a 7 year old, I RECEIVED a 12 year old back.
What’s up with the fancy hairdo?
A manicure? I thought you hated manicures!
I may have to sit down a minute. It’s happening too fast. I want my 7 year old back!
Hey, what are you doing?
I am NOT a Chickfila sandwich. You can not EAT me.
Stand down, child. Get back!
Aiiihhhhhh!
And just like that she’s 7 again. Whew.
She had me worried.
Tell Rachel that I do manicures too so I want my overnite stay.