I worry for the future
April 24, 2007
This morning my daughter went upstairs to her room to get dressed.
She came down wearing a pair of thick woolen tights, a tank top, and tap shoes.
She pulled the tank top down past her butt and declared that it was a dress, which I guess it could be if you were Britney Spears. At least my daughter was wearing underwear.
I nicely suggested that she change into a more weather appropriate outfit. And, oh call me crazy, but some actual clothing on her lower half. It is supposed to be about 75 degrees today. And she refused.
So I told her that I thought her outfit was weird.
She looked over at me. Looked at my outfit up and down. And said, “Well, I think your outfit is weird. Maybe you should change.”
For a fleeting moment I considered it.
Then I was just thankful that she hasn’t discovered hair removal yet. I am sure she would have something to say about the eyebrow waxing that I gave myself. Or the fact that I am now wearing my bangs “casually” swept over my right eye.
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