Now, what?
Filed under the classification of sometimes-a-kid-just-has-to-talk-to-their-mommy: I get a call from my #1 daughter. #1: So, you are still in Virginia? Me: Yep. #1: When are you coming back to Florida? Me: To visit? #1: No, NOT to visit. To Live. Me: I dunno... why? #1: Then we could hang out together. Me: Yes, we could. #1: I miss that, you know. Me: I miss hanging out with you, too. #1: I want you to move back to Florida Me: Why? #1: I have a toothache Me: And what am I supposed to do about it. #1: Well, I don't know. Me: Did you call a dentist? #1: I went to see a dentist. He gave me a bunch of pain killers and told me my wisdom tooth is impacted and it has to come out. Me: I can see why you tooth hurts, then... #1: No. It doesn't really hurt, yet, but it will when the dentist pulls it and I have a great big hole in my mouth. Me: So you called me because you anticipate a toothache? #1: Yes. Me: Whoever thought that parenting adult children would be easy. #1: So, can you move...