Today my baby turns eight. Oh - and I'm eternally uncool for referring to her as such.
I turned to her in the car this morning, as we drove to her school, and asked her (with obvious horror in my voice)..
wait. if you're eight today... does that mean that I'm no longer 24??
The delighted little gleam in her eyes. Yes mom, you're your normal age again.
So what is that then? Old??
I am afraid the answer is yes. My normal age is "old."
just watch... I'll end up at Karma, getting another tat today, after that little self esteem dunker...
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