As they do every other weekend, my girls spent the weekend with their Dad.  Dad was to bring the girls to school Monday morning, therefore, Every other Monday morning, I get to “sleep in” a bit before work.

This past Monday morning, I get a text message at 6:40 a.m. from Alli, my beautiful and brilliant 11 year old 6th grader.  It read “Mom, I need to see you before school, I have a hickey on my chin”.

Huh?  I jump out of bed, and respond via text.  She replied that she had “sucked a cup” onto her chin and it now has a hickey on it.  Oh. My. God.  So she asked me what to do, how to get rid of it, and asked me to “tell Dad what to do”.

I told her to have Dad come by home before he brought her to school, and I would see what I could do.  As the clock ticked, and it was getting closer to time for her to be at school, I called her Dad’s cell phone asking him if they are coming, or if she’s OK.  He put her on the phone and she told me that she put cover up on it.

So, Tuesday evening, I get home from work, anxious to see my daughter’s first “hickey”.  It actually looked more like Mike Tyson used her chin for target practice.  I’m talking a HUGE purple bruise from her bottom lip, down to underneath her chin.  She would need Tammy Fay cover up in order to even attempt to cover this “hickey”. 

When  I told Mike what she had done, he said ”Oh, I did that too, when I was FIVE, ask my mom about it”. 

So, as many parents say to their spouse when their child does something “bad” or “wrong”, I said “She’s your kid”. 

Interesting how genetics plays no factor in that. 

Two days later, we are still using dance recital face paint/cover up to lighten her lovely purple chin.