Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Baby's First Heartbreak

Tonight's cocktail is Wild Turkey Honey with 1/2 oz lemon juice, on the rocks and topped with club soda. I actually prefer Jack Daniels Tennessee Honey (sorry, Kentucky people), but the bourbon version is what I currently have, and it's good, too. I tried to make some fancy cocktails with this concoction, but in the end, what you want is the simple honey taste. The lemon and fizz keep it from being cloying, and that's all you need.

The tissues are because I have the Death Flu, and the Weight Watchers cookbook is for the fitness program I started the first day the Death Flu began. Death Flu 1, Fitness 0.
So, Tink has experienced her first taste of Tragic Love at the ripe age of seven. I had no idea until she came home from school, burst into tears, and announced that her friend Jack W was moving back to Australia, and the next day would be the last time she would ever see him, and she didn't want to go to school anymore if he wasn't going to be there. Then she stormed into her room and slammed the door.

All this, and before the age of PMS. I am very afraid.

Once she calmed down, we cuddled and talked, and I asked her whether Jack was a ... special friend. Like a boyfriend-friend. She said yes and put her hand over her heart. I asked if he knew she felt that way about him, and she said yes and got a dreamy look in her eyes. Oh, my.

So, we talked about making him a special picture to take to Australia to remember her by, and getting his address and writing him an e-mail or letter. There were more tears. While I was told several times that I just don't understand ANYTHING!, I'm pretty sure I didn't say anything dumbassed (e.g., "there are plenty of fish in the sea," or "boys are like buses; there's always another one coming along in a few minutes"), because in the moment this is obviously very real to her. But, holy moly. I am not looking forward to puberty at ALL. I can't even think about it for very long without twitching.



A few weeks have passed, and she seems fine. She lost her other front tooth and now has an adorable lisp. She's still my baby for a little longer ... please?

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