Sweet thing...

Tonight while Em was at her Wednesday evening Bible study at church, I went to the store. I had to return some things and I wanted to get some Infusium 23 leave in treatment for Emily's hair. She always steps out of the shower looking like she is attempting to grow dreads... I have no idea how she manages to tangle her hair as much as she does in the 8 minutes she's in there, but it's nearly impossible to comb out without a fit of tears from both of us.

I used Infusium 23 growing up, especially because I spent so much time in the pool. We get home and I open the bottle and smell the oh so familiar liquid. I hold the bottle out for my mom to smell and say "Doesn't it bring back memories?" She smiles and agrees.

A few minutes later Emily grabs the bottle and looks at it, then looks at me. "What's this stuff for anyway, is it to bring back memories?"

She's definitely paying attention.


Earlier today:

Emily comes running out of school today "I got flubber! Miss Hannah gave me the flubber from science class!" Em was so excited that Miss Hannah had chosen to give the flubber to Emily. Flubber is a goopy, gloppy, sticky substance that is made from Elmer's glue and I'm not sure what else. It's right in between silly putty and the glue itself. It's fun to play with and feels cool in your hands, but I think it's disgusting. Especially because I haven't got a clue how many kids Miss Hannah passed this flubber around to... I wasn't as excited as Emily.

Another little girl in Em's class was standing by her mom and her mom said "Oh Madison, you got flubber today, you thought you would (her sister had science yesterday and came home with flubber), are you so excited?" Madison buries her head in her mom's side and starts to cry... she didn't get flubber. They started to walk out the gate and we were following. Emily had noticed that Madison was upset that she didn't get flubber so Emily runs up and gives Madison the bag.

Madison's mom says "Emily, you are so sweet. Are you sure you want to give away your flubber?"

Emily answers... I smile to myself knowing she's going to do me proud and say something like "Yes ma'am, I will be happier knowing that Madison enjoyed playing with the flubber than had I kept it for myself".

No such luck. My sweet daughter that I love more than life itself, the apple of my eye, the child that I spent like 56 seconds pushing from my womb, she says this: "My mom's just going to throw it away when we get home anyway."

I had to laugh... she couldn't have been more right. She couldn't have been any sweeter either. She could have kept the flubber for herself knowing that she wouldn't get to play with it longer than it took to get home where I always make her go straight to the bathroom and wash her hands the minute we walk in the door. She didn't though, she recognized that her friend was sad and considered her friends feelings over her own. I am really proud of her and the decision that she made.

Even though she totally threw me under the bus.