Let me tell you what crazy me did.
A little bit of back story...
Paige came to me months and months ago with this crazy idea that she wanted to FLY to Tennessee to see her best friend who moved there (after her dad retired). I was like....yeah, right. I told her sure, she could go, but I wasn't buying the ticket.
I figured that would nix that idea quick like.
I keep underestimating my child.
She has worked (babysitting) for a while now. Lately, she's scored some good gigs that have paid well.
How well, you ask?
Well enough to purchase a plane ticket to Tennessee.
What do I do now? I mean, she took me at my word and made the money.
The only thing that *might* could stop her now is that she may get a job working this summer on base. A real bona fide-take out taxes-file at the end of the year job. She has to fill out an application and go through the interview process. She's right serious about it as she is sure this will look good on her resume in the future. Seriously? Worried about a resume at age 15. Who worried about a resume at 15? I was more worried about getting a cancer causing tan than anything else.
On one hand I'm so proud of her I could burst. Her work ethic is amazing and I just know it will get her far in life. On the other hand...when will I learn?????
Oh, and we're starting her a checking/savings account because she's seriously wanting the joy of a debit card and says she's ready for the responsibility. She's got to use it to purchase that ticket.
That girl of mine is a mess.