|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.|
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?