It was my daughter’s birthday yesterday. She’s nine years old.
I know: nine! Where do the years go?
I bumped into a friend in the supermarket yesterday whilst I was buying my lunch and mentioned it to her. “Nine?” she said, “Oh my, that has gone quick. What did you buy her for her birthday then, a mobile phone?”
“Good Lord, no. She’s only nine. She’s not having a bloody mobile phone.”
She wants one though. It amazes me that so many of her friends have phones already. She obviously feels a bit left out. But for me, that’s too much, too soon. She’s nine and should still be playing with Barbie dolls and riding her bike, not texting and updating her Facebook status.
She’s my little girl and I don’t want her to grow up too quick.
But it didn’t help when I learnt that it’s now quite possible that within just a few short years her… um, female plumbing issues could start.
Oh God!
I’m trying not to think about it.
She’s going to take up plumbing? That’s a bit early, isn’t it?
Young girls start early nowadays.
Apparently.
As a doctor I’m often asked about female plumbing issues.
My time honoured reply is “Ask Your mother”
They grow up far too quickly, childhood is so fleeting. My daughter is thirty years older than yours but she is still my baby.
Dr Pewty – Nice get out.
Toffeeapple – And she always will be.
A girl at my school started plumbing at 8! Madness.
8?
EIGHT?!
I’m lost for words.
Yes, 8. She was also pregnant by 16 or so. (I am not saying there’s a connection between the two or anything… although I am not an expert …). But you probably don’t want to hear that.
You’re right: I don’t.