I don’t know if I should be proud that she knows which area of my body will probably go crazy soon, or if I should be concerned that I am already there or at least other kids are informing her that they think I am.
It is not as if I have never been called crazy before, it is just the specific terminology “crazy-head” that has me over-analyzing today. I guess that there are much worse things that she could call me; and honestly it is really cute when she says it, but I am pretty sure I have never used that term.
Well, I know I have called people crazy. Maybe “knot-head” or something like that. Maybe she has actually arrived at a better term than I had previously thought of. She could have sat in her room playing with a Barbie and trying to calculate the most accurate insult for those of us who are “slightly off”. She might actually be a genius… not for thinking I am a “crazy-head”. It is the thought process behind it. I shouldn’t be concerned at all. Now, if she called me an egg-head, that might be cause for concern.
Wait a second…