I Love My Children, But....

I DO love my children, and I'm so very grateful that I have a fun, unique relationship with each of them. Our casual relationship mystifies my husband, who was raised very formally. The way our children speak to me sometimes borders on the rude and inappropriate. I'm generally ok with that. We are able to be friends as well as parent/child. I don't know HOW it works, I just know that it DOES work.

Poodle has decided that she is going to change dentists...which she has done. Today was her second appointment, and I needed to pick her up after said appointment. So, I told her I needed the address/directions, or she was walking home. Soon, she called me on my cell and said that she was going to text message the directions to me. Those directions follow (almost verbatum)

You will see a sign that says ----- Church. Turn on that street. It is called Fir. Go all the way down until you see the big sign that says Dr. K----and Dr. G----, Family and Implant Dentistry. Park the car in the parking lot. Undo your seat belt. Open the car door. Get out of the car. Shut the car door Walk up to the door open the door and proceed to talk to the nice girl at the desk. She will give you further instructions.

Kind of frightening, isn't it? Ahh, but the plot thickens, as the saying goes. Follows is an email exchange between Pig and myself:


Me: See how you are wearing off on your sister? This is a series of text messages she sent to me so I could find her new dentist when I pick her up tonite. Maybe I should just leave her there? [the text above was inserted here]

Pig: YES! I love that kid!!!!
Glad I could help! ;)

Respect? Is that respect I hear? lol