A week ago, Fiona came home from school super excited. She handed me a yellow sheet and said, "Can I go? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssseeeeeeee?!"
It was for cheer camp. The first day was Friday (two days ago) after school for two hours. No biggie. However, they had to go on Saturday (yesterday) from 1-5pm. I tried to explain to her how long that was going to be and that I didn't know if she could handle it. Her reply:
"But Mom, I'm growing up and it's good for me to do new things."
I couldn't argue with that. She went and had a great time and now gets to perform on Tuesday during the varsity basketball half-time.
Kids. Where do they come up with this stuff?