Disclaimer: I love my daughter a lot ... but sometimes I wonder how she finds her way out of her bedroom in the morning.
Friday afternoon (in the middle of all of this sneaking around with a 20 year old goober drama) Rachel finally decides to mail her ACT packet. We had decided that we weren't going to constantly remind her about getting it sent in, but after all of the engagment drama we decided that we better remind her so that she can be preparing to actually go to college. Well long story short (I know - too late), I was in the bathroom Friday afternoon when she came upstairs and told me through the door that she needed to mail her ACT packet and asked me if I had any stamps. I told her that I did and where they were.
A few minutes later she came back upstairs and told me that the packet had a big square where the stamp went so she used the big stamp. "Um ... honey ... what big stamp?" It was probably a good thing that we were talking through the bathroom door so she couldn't see the "oh my gosh - we have raised a complete moron" look on my face. She had taken the label off of the book of stamps and put it on the ACT packet, because she seriously thought that it was a "big stamp". Oh yeah - this is the daughter who thinks that she is mature enough to get married.
Go ahead and laugh ... I did.