In gym class yesterday, a very large boy fell on Sydney while playing flag football causing her to roll her ankle. When I picked her up after basketball practice, she was limping and complaining about the pain. I took a look at it...it was bruised, but not very swollen. She thought that it would be best to forgo soccer practice to give her ankle a rest, since she has a tournament this weekend. I had carpool duty, so I went ahead and drove the girls to the soccer fields.
Once we got there, I told Sydney to get out and tell her coach that she wouldn't be practicing with the team. She told me that her shoes were off and that her ankle was throbbing. I turned to Jordan (one of the girls in the carpool) and asked her to tell the coach why Sydney would be missing practicing. This irritated Sydney, and she asked me if I was scared of her coach.
"Well, maybe" I sheepishly replied (Truth be known, I'm a little intimidated by him).
She groaned and said, "You are the adult, mom. Get out there and act like one."
Is it possible that my 13 year old is actually a grown woman in disguise????