Get over it, already.

Today was supposed to be the last football games of the season. It was also Homecoming.

It POURED.

The girls didn't get to cheer.

BUT!!!!

Sydney made a card for her Coach...the outside:

The inside:



Yes. You read it right. She'll miss her coach.

But - She'll get over it.

I said to her (in between guffaws of laughter) "You'll get over it? Sydney!"

Her response (as she rolled her eyes at me)?

"Mommy. I'm six. I'll get over it!"