Now I grew up part of the time in Oklahoma and part of my childhood in India. That means only one thing…
I was one tough little girl.
Throw in a little sass and a pinch of stubborn aire and voila! You’ve got a pain in the arse that thinks she’s all that.
Thankfully, time has molded that girl into a much more realistic person (Everyone says, “Amen”)
Time has also turned that girl into a pansy.
Last year, my 9yo found a tick on his head, just above his ear. He freaked. I told him to stop acting like a girly-boy so I could work on getting it out.
(That sounds so mean, but he was doing this weird flailing thing with his body and looked like a spaz.)
Last night it was my turn and I did not handle it as well as he did.
My back was killing me so J told me to lay across the bed and he’d rub it out (Hmmmm….I’m not going there….). Just as he was starting he stood up and said, “Now don’t freak out but you’ve got a tick on your leg and I’m…..”
“WHAAAAAAAAAAT!!!! Where?! You’re lying!”
“Right in your leg pit. I’m sure it’s nothing so don’t….”
*Insert weird flailing of body and looking like a spaz*
I flunked OkieLife 101. Hard.
As a kid I would’ve just yanked that sucker off and squeezed it between two nails hoping to get a good ‘pop’ out of it. Now? I was dry-heaving everywhere. I had visions of psychedelic lime disease symptoms. It’s just that his head was buried so stinkin’ deep in my body!
After some serious application of fingernail polish, J was able to tweeze him out. His head was huge, but body small so thankfully he hadn’t been there long.