Lindsey had her nose wedged in her book and was ignoring my chatter (important Mom chatter). In the many things I was telling her, I mentioned that she could only take a (one, une, single, eine) backpack on this trip to France and Switzerland. I had moved on to the next thought when she raised her head with a serious and perplexed look on her face. "Wait, back up....the backpack thing....You have got to be kidding?". I stated my case ..."No need to take so much stuff...pack light...move swiftly from train to train...". All I got was an exaggerated eye-roll, her shoulders slumped over and all of the air left her lungs. She came back with...."but I will need so many things....I'll be going to a lot of places.. It's FRANCE mom.....I neeeeeeed a big suitcase!". My response...."hmmm....".
I stood my ground and the next few days were peaceful with nothing more than her conspicuously listing out the items she MUST take to survive the month in Europe. It was obvious she had been thinking about her mother imposed torture when she came strolling into my room and told me that she was fine with the backpack thing (along with an eye roll) and that she would just be buying her clothes in France. My response..."NOT!" Maybe a bigger suitcase might be needed...hmm.
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