"Who did you play with at recess?" I ask, paranoid that her tendency to be a
"Did you eat lunch with anyone?" I ask, waiting for a "bad" answer so I can swoop in and fix it all with a cuddle.
Here's the truth.
My kid doesn't give a crap. She's happy being who she is and doing what she does. And she really thinks that all my freaking out about the bullies and the loneliness and what not is cramping her style.
Here's what she does care about:
My Little Pony.
Phineas & Ferb.
That Daddy remembered to DVR Doc McStuffins.
How much the next Big Nate book will cost if she wants to download it to her Kindle Fire.
Whether I ate all the Birthday Bash ice cream while she was at school.
Noticing a pattern here? Take note of the scribbled message that I discovered on my calendar (above).
Bullies terrify me. She just wants ice cream.
Well played, childhood. Well played.
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