Our "daughter" (aka Rent-a-daughter) didn't make it over yesterday and said she really wanted to see me but had to work today at noon (her first day on the job at McDonalds) and so would be here at 10 am sharp. Well, she has lived with us enough for me to know that this would not happen! I don't think she knows what 10 am looks like
Sure enough, at 10:45 she shows up in a taxi. We hug and cry and tell each other how much we have missed the other one (she moved to Inuvik in September because she wanted to check out the Great White North!). Then she hands me a bag. For those who read my earlier post, the bag contained....a pink hair streaking kit, a can of metalic purple spray paint and 10 different colours of nail polish (not SHADES, but COLOURS!). Thankfully she didn't have enough time to use any of them on me......yet!
Then she says to DH "'Dad', if you drive me to work I will treat you both to lunch (at McDonald's) 'cause I am really really late". He says "gee, it is nice to know you haven't changed". And she giggled and blushed.
I may not be her real Mom, but I think I have all the feelings that go with being one - I want to strangle her and hug her all at the same time!
Now to hide the goody bag before she comes back