Me: SS would you like to get a Slurpee this afternoon?
SS: What's the high?
Me: Huh? What?
SS: What is the high today?
Me: (Look at my weather app first) 88 degrees.
At this point my ADHD brain changes gears, is there a minimum temperature requirement to indulge in a Slurpee? They are my to go item when I'm not feeling well, and when I find a sugar free flavor that is not absolutely horrid, and caffeine free. The weather forecast has never crossed my mind.
Me: SS why did you ask about the temperature? Is there a particular temperature you have in mind?
SS: Hmmm, ninety degrees sounds about right.
So there is yet another life mystery unlocked by my wise nine year old daughter. Do not even think about getting that Slurpee until it is 90 degrees (32.2 C).
And here she is happily sucking on her piña colada Slurpee with a clear conscience. SS definitely gets that it's OK to go against her previously held convictions from us.
This is so SS, I did not even notice when she was playing. Then later as I walked by I took a closer look at her toys. If this is not an omen for number one on the FBI's most wanted list, we do not know what is. SS is small and cute, but she certainly has a violent side. On the positive side she could develop mad martial arts skills to help those around her. Parents can certainly dream...