LMC is at our place tonight. The weather has cooled down this week, so she’s discovered that the clothes and pyjamas she has here aren’t sufficient to keep her warm.
My husband said he’d lend her a pair of pyjamas, and walked away to get them.
Her teenage mind instantly went into overdrive.
“Then what will HE wear?” she asked me with a mischievous grin. Then she said, ”
Oh, never mind…”
I rolled my eyes, as I do so enjoy doing.
“He’s got more than one pair, you know!” I said.
“Oh.” Her laughter was a definite giveaway that she had immediately jumped to a rather bare conclusion.
So, he gives her a lovely newish pair of flannel pyjamas that he hasn’t worn since he was in hospital about 18 months ago.
“Oh,” I said, “those are the nice ones I bought for when you were in hospital.”
“Eeeerrrrrr!” she grunted. “I don’t want to wear them!”
“They’ve been washed since, you know!” I said.
“Oh. That’s okay, then.” And with that, she picked them up and took them to her room to get changed.
When she came out, she said, “It’s a good thing I’m not a boy. Although if I was, it would be okay cos these have got that awkward hole thingy in them.”
“If you don’t need the awkward hole thingy, can’t you just ignore it and wear them anyway?”
“Well yes… I was just saying.”
“Well, I’m just telling you to change the subject,” I said firmly.
And then we found something for her to do so that she has something else to think about.
I wonder if she has these conversations with her mother, or if she just saves them up for me.
2 thoughts on “Overthinking.”
I prefer to think that you’re special Jo. 😉
My mother always said I was special.