I could talk about my nerve burning procedure today…but I won’t. Though apparently it will take a few weeks to really work (and it concerns me that as soon as I was done the doc asked me what pain meds I had at home and then prescribed me something slightly less powerful than morphine. So when I’m high later, you all know why.)
Whatever. I’m self medicating with a bag of Reese’s Pieces until the lidocaine wears off and then we’ll see what’s what.
Annnyway, today’s post is about a freckle. Not that I’m big on Valentine’s Day posts, but ms Lucy seems to have a lot of little boyfriends in Kindergarten. Only she came home yesterday and told me one of them didn’t like her anymore because she had a freckle on her neck.
It’s a cute freckle, by the way.
However, her current beau has decided that freckle is the deal-breaker. She seemed a little despondent about it (and really – who can blame her? I mean…it’s a FRECKLE, not a propensity to wet herself or bite or whatever kids do at this age that can be kind of nasty.) And Connor immediately stepped up to the plate and told her that was stupid because everyone knows you shouldn’t judge people by the color of their skin or what they look like, but by their actions. (Word for word, which is pretty nifty for an 8 year old.)
Which led into a rather interesting and intent discussion between them about MLK.
And I don’t know where I was going with this because I appear to be on some sort of sugar-fueled pain high, but my kids are kind of awesome sometimes.