Annie had her tonsils out one week ago today. She has been so good at eating, drinking, and taking her tylenol. However, she has been pretty frustrated at the "inconvenience" it is not being able to eat EVERYTHING that she wants. (i.e. potato chips)
Today at lunch she said, "Mom, in my next life will I have my tonsils again?
Me: "You mean when you are resurrected?"
Annie: "Yea."
Me: "I don't know but you probably won't have to worry about it if you do."
Annie: "I sure hope not!"
Me: (giggling inside) "Me too!"
This was the night she had them out. She didn't skip a beat:)
