I'm not ready for this...

Driving in the truck on the way home tonight:

Em: "Mommy, for my eighteenth, or maybe my fifteenth birthday, can I get a phone?"
Me: "A cell phone?"
Em: "Yes."
Me: "I'm sure that you can." (Thinking to myself that she's going to change her mind
in about six months, and she's going to want a cell phone for her eighth birthday.)
Em: "You know, so that I can call you from parties when I need to."
Me: (Thinking about how I'm going to respond to this one, and trying not to run the
truck off the side of the road.)
Em: "Slumber parties."

Whew.

Happy Thursday!
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