At one point in the day, I thought the strangest question I was going to be asked by my 10 year old was, “Hey Mom, what letter is the most harsh?”

I gave some serious thought to my answer before just blurting out “X” like a rookie.

She said, “It’s an upper case G,” before I could completely embarrass myself with, “alphabet or postal?”

Later she asked me if I would buy her something.

I’m not the kind of Mom who caves at the cash register and buys my kids bits & bobs or Bits & Bites or mustache trimmers but I’m not totally unreasonable.

For example, if she had asked for a penny to make a wish in the fountain, I probably would have said yes though pennies are a rare commodity right now so there may have been some sort of negotiation.

Hanna: Mom, will you buy me these awesome pants?

Me: Pants? What kind of pants?

We were at a swim meet so I couldn’t figure out where she had seen a retail shopping option but sure enough, there was a vendor selling customized pants.

Hanna: They’re swimming pants.

Me: No such thing, try again.

Hanna: Well, they’re pants for swimming.

Me: Still don’t exist.

Hanna: They’re pants that say “I’m too sexy for a sport that makes me wear clothes.”

I think she’s about to find out the harshest letter. It’s going to be the strongly-worded one I send to the pants people.

Thankfully, this is one of the few times I didn’t hear, “All the other kids are getting them.”

I was also a little miffed she didn’t ask for the ones that said, “If I wanted to be in an easy sport, I would have played hockey.”