Priorities, Schmiorities

So the surgery is scheduled for next Friday, December 12. Which means that this weekend is the last weekend she will be able to walk, run, jump, skip, kick (her sister), etc. So I told her that this weekend is all about HER (what else is new) and we will do whatever she wants to do. I expected her to say something like "I wanna go to Chuck-E-Cheese!" and was all prepared to do battle with the BO that seems to permeate any and all Chuck-E-Cheese location we've ever been to (and I've been to two, so that makes me an expert). Instead, she replied, "I want to go get my haircut, I want to go get my toenails painted at the salon, I want to buy new bows for my hair, I want to buy new dresses for the winter." I hope she realizes that she's going to have surgery next weekend, not attend a cotillion where she will be presented by her father to society as a possible mate for other families' sons. Or maybe she does know that she's going to have surgery, but I just have to tell her that the odds of her meeting a cute 7-year-old boy in the hospital are pretty much next to nil, so why the need for a mini-makeover beforehand. Or maybe she just wants to look nice, and if so, who the hell am I to fault her for that?