Purple Popsicles

I'm ba-aack! After a brief hiatus thanks to my monitor biting the big one, I am back online. I swear if it wasn't for my blackberry to stay connected to all my emails and such, I would have serious withdrawal issues!

it was a busy week anyway, and we had a fantastic Independence Day! I wanted to drop in and share a cute story about Punks.

She is scheduled to get her tonsils out next week, *knocks on wood!* and we have been trying to prep her for what's going to happen, without freaking her out. This is the conversation we had today on the way to daycare.

Punks: Mommy, I'm gonna go to the doctor and he's gonna make me all better
Me: Yup, you're gonna get your tonsils out.
Punks: Dr. White's gonna take out my pencils?
Me: Yes, Dr. White's going to take out you tonsils
Punks: I like white. Sheeps are white.
Me: Yeah...
Punks: And when I wake up my froat is gonna be really scratchy?
Me: Yeah, but Mommy and Daddy will be there.
Punks: And you'll sit in bed with me and eat purple popsicles?
Me: You bet your cute little butt I will.

I don't know where she comes up with this stuff. I don't think she has ever had a purple popsicle, nor have we talked about her eating popsicles after her surgery...

Ah, well... She'll probably fair better with this whole thing than I will...