I wish I could say that Roo has had a great summer, filled with friends and excitement.
But the truth is that Roo has mostly spent the summer with me.
In the last couple weeks especially, Roo and I have made multiple let's-get-the-heck-outta-here excursions.
One trip to the mall, where we took in a movie and -- in a moment of spontaneous goofiness -- we each put a second set of holes in our ears.
"This is so cool," Roo said as we left the store, giggling together, with our little list of post-piercing instructions and bottles of antiseptic.
And I had to agree.
The next trip started out less auspiciously.
It was 10:30 at night, and the walls -- and the mean girls -- were closing in on the both of us.
"Can we just go out and drive around?" she asked me.
I looked back at her tear-stained face.
"Let's go to the movies," I said.
"What?" she asked, incredulous.
"Seriously -- let's go. Now."
So we did.
It was a midnight show, and we were literally the only two in the theater. We put our feet up on the seats in front of us, talked out loud, shared popcorn and Sour Patch Kids. And when the credits rolled, my baby was smiling again.
We got home at 2 in the morning. My 6 a.m. alarm was not a welcome sound, but I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Roo and I have had our moments. When she was 13 and 14, I was ready to sell her to the gypsies.
When she was 14 and 15, she pretty much wished that I would disappear.
Now that she is 16, we have discovered something pretty darned important.
We like each other.
Now how cool is THAT?
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Crossposted at From the Planet of Janet