Friday, May 20, 2011

If you read this, you might throw up. Seriously. Consider yourself warned.

Caroline’s third grade class performed a Mexican fiesta this morning. It really pushed the upper limits of adorable-ness…between all the little interesting facts and the Mexican hat dance and Don Gato and the huge fake flowers the girls put in their hair, it was very cute and the parents were rapt.

Caroline looked a little uncomfortable throughout the performance, so I went up to her after, congratulated her, then asked what was up.

Oh, the indignities of parenting.

She looked at me very seriously and told me the wart on her heel that had been treated by the dermatologist was falling off and she didn’t know what to do with it, so she was holding it on to her foot.

She asked me to throw it away.

I nearly barfed.

I offered her glue. She didn’t think that was funny.

A thumb tack?

A staple gun?

The kid has no sense of humor, so I just got her a band aid.

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