We were driving home from school the other day just me and my Bit. Actually, it was the day after St. Pat's...the day she was teased for wearing a
Kiss me I'm Irish shirt to school. The day after the snickering she wore a very cute shirt bearing the Brewer's new unofficial mascot, soft and fluffy Hank. I asked her if her classmates made fun of her shirt again pretty much knowing that would be impossible because of Hank's infectious adorableness.
When she said no and I said good, she added :
But I don't care. No I don't care what they say. I don't care. ............(long pause)........... You know that one word is going to sure be important when I get to high school. I don't care'll even be important when I get to middle school next year. People will try to judge me and want me to be a certain way and I'll say that one word...I don't care and that will be the end of it.
And I was so stinking proud of my 9 year old that I didn't have the heart to remind her it's three words because really it's one strong message.
