The other day, Melissa proved her point... maybe she is smarter than me afterall.
One of her friends came up to her and told her that the boys were making a list of girls that were fat and Melissa was first on the list. I know, will she ever get a break? Or is this what it's going to be like for the next several years? You've seen her though, she's by no means 'fat'. She's got somewhat of a tummy, but if you look at pictures of me when I was her age, so did I until I hit puberty. And honestly, it isn't really a tummy, but I'm being real here.
So, after informing me of this incident, Melissa said that she would have rathered that her friend not tell her at all. She would have prefered to just stay in the dark. Well, this got me thinking. I started to think about what would be the good friend thing to do. Do you be honest with your friend or not? And I debated this in my mind for quite a while.
Later when I was tuking Melissa in bed, I told her what I had been thinking about. That I was debating about what the good friend thing to do in that situation would be. Do you be honest with your friend, or protect their feelings? So I asked her, "What do you think?"
Her reply? A good friend would have stood up to the boys. A good friend would have told them that it wasn't true and to knock it off. Good answer, and you know what Melissa, maybe you're right. Maybe (just maybe) you are smarter than your Mom. I'm just sayin'.