Friends Forever . . . well, almost

Yesterday, when I got home, Emma was tucked away in a back room we have. Mark calls it his 'office', I call it his 'junk room', or 'the room full o' crap'. Anyway, that's where our computer is.

Emma yells out, 'Mom, how do you spell 'swear'? I tell her.

Next, 'Hey, how do you spell 'solemnly'?'

'Did you just say 'solemnly'?

'Yeah, I'm typing something'. Okay, I tell her.

Me: 'So, what are you typing?'

Her: 'An agreement'.

Okay, I'm really interested now. She tells me she's typing a 'best friend agreement' with her friend, Kellie and she reads it to me. It goes something like this, "I, Emma, solemnly swear, to be best friends with Kellie until 9th grade. This is a secret. If you tell anyone, you are out of the club."

I asked 'What happens after ninth grade?'. She says, 'Well, Mom, by ninth grade, you're almost to college, and you may go to different colleges, so you can't be best friends anymore. But maybe you will be'.

I love her so much.