So, a few weeks ago, I was in Target trying to get a jump start on Christmas shopping. Elaina had been coughing pretty bad, but no other symptoms, so I sent her to school anyways. It was a bout 1:30 in the afternoon, and my cell phone rings. I got it out of my purse, and looked at the caller I.D. Ughhh. Its school. I just knew the nurse was calling about Elaina. "Hello?" "Hello, this is nurse Nancy calling." "uh, huh...." (Rolling my eyes, waiting to hear about Elaina's cough) "I have Elaina in the nurse's office...." (See, I KNEW IT!) "She was out on the playground, and quote, unquote 'got kicked in the nuts'" Oh. my. gosh. Did my 5 year old REALLY tell the teacher that, who the sent her to the nurse, and she told that to the nurse?!?!? Humiliation most definitely should have set in, but instead I began laughing out loud. Hysterically. "I think she will be okay" I said. "Yes, she has an ice pack on them now" Even more reason to laugh. My daughter is icing her non existent nuts. I love it. And I love that girl.
